Here goes a proposition for mankind. A truly satisfying query. An eternal wonder of notions and causes, on the mischief and confusion of humankind.
A lasting struggle with ourselves emerges from the depths and presents itself in delicate, tender scenarios during the course of our lives. We threw rocks at ourselves, stones that are hard to break, but enough to fracture us. Bricks that are made of guilt, loneliness, distortion, fear, alloyed malfunctions, and uncertainty. A bash to the door of our skulls wakes us up from the eternally swooping nightmarish delusion and we figure: we had believed that things are in a certain way, but then life placed the mirror of truth to our feet.
Only then, we gain an insight into the very inner of our kind when that mirror is being held by another’s hand. The hand holds the shining item roughly or tenderly but with swiftly clutching fingers. A form, a shattered figure outlines and we see something that we have been always predicted but never fully understood.
IT HAS ALWAYS been darkness which hands me the brush, the pen – all the instruments of creation.
As the bells of the warning signs rang with a loud roar, our ears curve towards the alert. We then start to hear things which we have never heard before and see colours peeling off from their surface revealing something new and untouched. We discover one of the tenets of life, which says that existence is paralleled with a freakish and abnormal degree of misery and torment.
But, oh, where does this all come from? The answer is simple. From ourselves.
Men unleash their inner evil on themselves, their surroundings and the control that they perform on their lives is merely a cover. A thick blanket of self-deception and persuasion.
A tidy pocket filled with handlings and carefully, manually selected pre-made responses. A bag hidden so masterfully lingers around the human’s waist, for it becomes full and splits. All sorts of things then pour down on the ground in front of us, plenty of elements crafted by abomination and apprehension. How could one ever take the wheel and turn the tides of the manipulation of their own selves? How do we gain the ability to overwrite the seal on ourselves which was pressed on us by the fire of life?
By the seeming end of the thought-train-ride, we have lost focus. We swirl in uncertainty and the borders between our perceived world and our subconsciousness blends. We then stand in the wildfire of life and place the trust in the first and last place where we store all of our sources.
We entrust this mind and body to the fact that we are fully human and we have enormous capacities. So great and powerful, it could not be formed and embedded into words.
So it seems, that Evil and Good have taken over the control, only for them to realize that we are here too. It appears we are now ready to give tender and conscious orders to ourselves.