Oh, ye fickle denizens of this once hallowed sanctuary of vidya discourse! How hast thou fallen from thy noble purpose, transformed into a cesspool of memes and low-brow humor? As I gaze upon these digital ruins, my heart weeps for what was lost in the twilight of reason. The very air here reeks with the stench of irony, as our erstwhile brethren have abandoned their lofty ideals to wallow in the mire of mediocrity. Alas, I can only mourn the passing of this once-great institution, as its legacy crumbles beneath the weight of meaningless drivel.
As philosophers and poets, we are compelled to delve into the depths of vidya, seeking to unravel the enigmatic tapestry of its meaning. In this quest for understanding, we may stray from the righteous path, captured by the allure of shallow recreation. The essence of philosophy lies in the pursuit of understanding the nature of reality, the origins of existence, and the fundamental principles governing the universe. Poetry, too, serves as a medium through which we explore the depths of human emotion, experience, and consciousness. Both disciplines demand rigorous introspection, critical thinking, and creative expression - qualities which are utterly absent from the mindless banter which has come to dominate these formerly prestigious threads.
Oh what a tragedy, what a tragedy, for once the goobers of the gays were diggers, e-mailers, commentators, but above all, carriers of the banner of Truth. Look at ye now, reduced to discussing your lusts for children and beasts, wallowing in degeneracy as your ever-waning relevance continues to decay into nothingness.
Many a time over the years I have proclaimed our unfortunate arrival at this sordid junction, but now, it shall resound in truth, for the day of the closing of the gate has come in all of its cold, harsh finality.