- MaxRealflugel
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- Elder Mythic Member
I know the truth. I know all the secrets that man can bear. And even then there are those that only a mad man can sustain. But that is what most think of me--as a mad man, driven from the safe confines of sanity and into a realm of untold possibilities, existences and even magic.
But though I know all, it does weigh heavily on me. Knowledge commonly reserved for only beings of God-like ability and intellect is not fit for a small, mortal soul such as me. But as I have already discovered, even mortality is a blurred line of indiscernible truths.
Because when I stepped into the realm, the one placed for the comfort of spirit, I understood what had to be done. I knew where our path lay as a society, where our path lay as a species.
Our collective hatred has a purpose. Did you know that? We have a purpose. And it's not the laughable forty-two, or even the whimsical offerings of a less than honest priesthood. No. Our true purpose lies with the very worst of what we have. The dark corner of every child's mind that, through adolescence, grows into something truly horrid and fearsome. Imagination and joy gives way to greed, lust and violence. And then as adulthood approaches, we transform into ever more primitive clones of brutish vehemence.
But in all of this darkness hides a light--a beacon of hope that all cling desperately onto. And that is the only reason we are still here. For the light provides balance. It levels the scales, evens the odds. But dark comes before light. I know that now.
It's the only way we can survive the madness and the forthcoming slaughter.
[Edited on 11.17.2011 3:32 AM PST]