Sex, Lies and Cocaine
There are some things in life that we are drawn to that will ultimately lead to destruction. Some grab you by the hand and lead you like a nymph in the woods, others pull you into an embrace, then step backwards off a precipice. We are drawn to these things out of a deep seeded desire for recognition, for individualism that I beleive is brought on by the sheer number of humans on the planet. It is far too easy to be lost in mediocrity, and by all counts, those of us who can rise above must.
This desire to rise above can be triggered by a temptation that will make us fall below, because the initial draw of both is far too similar.
Some people never come back from these destinations, while some bounce when they hit the ground. The journey out of the ravine is harsh and lethal, as if we are cast into the ninth level of hell, and must journey back through them all to get out. Sometimes we have a Virgil to help us, most of the time, we don't.
These things that tempt us so, once they have us, drag us under the waves like a ravenous shark. The first step to survival is to plant a sharp, strong kickto the shark's nose and rid ourselves of the immediate threat. Then we must deal with the fact that there is still blood in the water, and though the immediate threat is taken care of, other threats are far more likely and numerous.
The goal of us as people is to be the dolphins that drive the sharks away. Once the victim has pulled together the willpower to defeat the first threat the first time, It is our responsibility, our obligation, to render aid in any way possible. Some of us clean the water, others protect against future threats, others move the victim away from the scene, others help the victim to kick their legs, to reach the surface. Others give the kiss of life to help the victim last that much longer, to get that much closer to the place where they can draw breath for themselves.
We never know what role we play until after the fact. Some of us are blessed enough to know our place, most of us though, do little things that we may never understand, but were the one shining beacon that startled the victim into self-awareness, enabling them to muster the necessary strength.
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. It is the chief strength of our species. We have no claws, our teeth are nothing to speak of, but our mind has no bounds, and thus, we have the potential and the power to rise above all things.
Strive to be a good person. Embrace your obligations to the species. Some of us use gods, or the fear of a lake of fire in the afterlife, others use the hope that, should they need dolphins, others will return the favor. Whatever your reason may be, hold fast to it and strive for it every waking moment, because you never know who may need the help, and if the person you should have helped is a close friend, you won't be able to wash the blood off your hands if they die or are destroyed.
This desire to rise above can be triggered by a temptation that will make us fall below, because the initial draw of both is far too similar.
Some people never come back from these destinations, while some bounce when they hit the ground. The journey out of the ravine is harsh and lethal, as if we are cast into the ninth level of hell, and must journey back through them all to get out. Sometimes we have a Virgil to help us, most of the time, we don't.
These things that tempt us so, once they have us, drag us under the waves like a ravenous shark. The first step to survival is to plant a sharp, strong kickto the shark's nose and rid ourselves of the immediate threat. Then we must deal with the fact that there is still blood in the water, and though the immediate threat is taken care of, other threats are far more likely and numerous.
The goal of us as people is to be the dolphins that drive the sharks away. Once the victim has pulled together the willpower to defeat the first threat the first time, It is our responsibility, our obligation, to render aid in any way possible. Some of us clean the water, others protect against future threats, others move the victim away from the scene, others help the victim to kick their legs, to reach the surface. Others give the kiss of life to help the victim last that much longer, to get that much closer to the place where they can draw breath for themselves.
We never know what role we play until after the fact. Some of us are blessed enough to know our place, most of us though, do little things that we may never understand, but were the one shining beacon that startled the victim into self-awareness, enabling them to muster the necessary strength.
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. It is the chief strength of our species. We have no claws, our teeth are nothing to speak of, but our mind has no bounds, and thus, we have the potential and the power to rise above all things.
Strive to be a good person. Embrace your obligations to the species. Some of us use gods, or the fear of a lake of fire in the afterlife, others use the hope that, should they need dolphins, others will return the favor. Whatever your reason may be, hold fast to it and strive for it every waking moment, because you never know who may need the help, and if the person you should have helped is a close friend, you won't be able to wash the blood off your hands if they die or are destroyed.
posted by Hadrian: Dark One at 11:18 AM
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