As time passes, the simple bonds that once assembled the fundamental structures of a space of idea are in their weakness displaced and replaced with more complex coordinations of different containers and their shared and distributed contents. Each fragmentary bit of consciousness awakens and falls into a recombinant, flowing stream of patterns. Its pattern coordinates, and it corresponds, and it retires to a patterned existence.
Death comes cold and unnoticed, an afterthought to a boring, regretful existence.
The youthful ideas solidified and diversified tangentially, becoming encrusted crystalline memorials rather than living ideals. Death metal started a simple and angry expression and became more complex and darker, more ambiguously articulate and evocatively destructive. Black metal grew alongside it and unfolded into enmired frustration and hatred for the contented obliviousness of modern society. Black metal is resentful suicide.