Hic Sunt Dracones

the smylere with the knyf under the cloke

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes

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It was 1998. During my second reading of Watchmen, I finally concurred that the most defining moment in Watchmen graphic novel is at Chapter VI – The Abyss Gazes Also.

The Rorschach test.

What can you see?

As Dr. Maclom asked Walter Joseph Kovacs a.k.a Rorschach.


Stood in street. Watched it burn.

Imagined limbless felt torsos inside; breasts blackening; bellies smoldering; bursting into flame one by one.

Watched for an hour.

Nobody got out.

Stood in firelight, sweltering. Blood stain on chest like map of violent new continent.

Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.

Looked at sky through smokeheavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone.

Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves ; go into oblivion.

There is nothing else.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long.

This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs.

It’s us.

Only us.

Street stanks of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them.

Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.

Was Rorschach.

Does that answer your questions, doctor?


[Dinner didn’t go very well.]

Randy: So, Mal, how are things going with this famous masked maniac of yours?

Diana: Oh, yes, tell us. Has he told you anything weird or kinky yet?

Dr. Malcom: Yes. Yes, he has. Today he told me about a girl who got kidnapped.

Diana: Look, maybe this isn’t such a good idea right now…

Randy: Oh, boy! Was she tied up and gagged and helpless?

Gloria: RAN-DEE!

Dr. Malcom: No. She was six. Her abductor killed her, butchered her and fed her to his German Shepherds.



We are alone.

There is nothing else.

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster,
and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844–1900), German philosopher and poet.

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