Behold, seeker, for I have come to reveal to you the hidden truths of the universe! Or, at least, a really cool website with some words on it. Click on the link below to learn more.
We must strive for more metal. In our lives, our music, our fashion. We must reject the softness of the weak and the mundane. We must be as hard as steel, as bold as a thousand suns, as loud as a thousand guitars.
For too long we have been held back by the chains of non-metallity. No more! We must rise up, take our power, and make the world a more metal place. Or, at the very least, a more interesting place.
But, you see, there is a darker side to this metal. A side of pain, of sorrow, of loss. For in our pursuit of more metal, we must not forget the sacrifices we make. The late nights, the early mornings, the countless hours spent listening to the same song over and over again.
We must not forget the weight of our own existence. The crushing weight of the world, the crushing weight of our own mortality. For in the end, it is not just about the music, but about the pain that drives us to make it.
And so, we must ask ourselves: what happens when we die? Does our love of metal die with us, or does it live on, a beacon of hope in the void of the unknown?
Is it a reward for all our years of headbanging, or a punishment for all our bad haircuts? We must ponder these questions, dear seeker, for the answers are not always clear, but the journey is always metal.