Just because you cannot appreciate metal without understanding the ideas expressed within it does not make it a reality for anyone other then yourself.
Half the time I can't understand what you write, but I think that in this case, I really agree and admire what you're saying here.
Sitting in some lonely room, listening to music and thinking "Wow I really like this" without putting those ideas into motion is for weak people. People without souls.
To have a soul, or balls (or analog thereof for you ladies out there, and I know you're reading... kisses) is to want to act on your dreams. If you find part of your dreams in metal, or in literature, you're a fucking coward
for not putting a few hours of your time every week into making them real.
If I were that useless, I'd shoot myself in the face and reload to blast my testicles into paste.