Based on the Genealogy of Fanaticism by Emil Cioran.



The Fever of Belief

Each idea, born neutral, still, and serene,
A whisper of thought, a void unseen.
Yet man ignites it with frenzied fire,
Breathes into it his yearning, his ire.

What once was pure bends under his will,
Warped by passions, he cannot still.
Belief is forged, a prism of flame,
Through which his madness earns a name.

Thus, ideologies and doctrines rise,
Bloody farces beneath the skies.
Logic dissolves in epileptic storms,
Faith is crowned, and chaos forms.

Idolaters march, their instinct fierce,
With dreams to worship, the void they pierce.
History swells with temples of lies,
False absolutes that the spirit defies.

Though gods may fade, the impulse remains,
In myths and fiction, the heart sustains.
The man bows to shadows, the probable spurned,
Evidence was mocked, and ridicule burned.

For, in the end, his soul demands,
A fiction to clasp in trembling hands.
And so he forges gods anew,
Forever blind, forever faithful.




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Written on 2025-09-09 at 01:03

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