Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.

10.19.2016

An Unreasonable Rant

Or, The Orphan's Lament

Why do people think it's a comfort in times of grief to subject you to their long tales of people you've never met, turning your moment of comfort into a memorial about themselves?


Part II: A Movement in Response

A few words tumbled into my head this morning and I started playing with them. They obviously need to be reworked and should be part of a larger piece. Nevertheless, they represent a sentiment; they are a reminder, of sorts, to seek a kinder disposition.
When will the darkness overtake us,
Remake us,
Into that which we despise?

Our worst fears
Confirmed--
About not the world,
But ourselves.

Battered by malice
All around;
Hatred bred from fear,
Reciprocity, and retribution--
The burning need
To get them
Before they get us.

Nothing so deliberate as
Preemptive prevenge;
More a subconscious posture
Inclined to hostility
Toward all existence.

Blinding us to
Joy,
Beauty,
Transcendence;
Leaving room only
For fiercely defending,
Desperately clinging to,
That which we ought to love.

Revering the self-isolated
Islands we call ourselves,
While simultaneously
Loathing them--

Willing to go to
Any length,
Betray anything
And anyone,
To preserve these
Selves
We've come to
Abhor
For our very
Self-inflation.

Resenting
The outside world,
To avoid resenting,
Ourselves
For succumbing
To detestation.

Unaware
Of the repression,
Diverted
by the projection,
Creating
the self-deception,
That what we see
Is
Not
A mere
Reflection.

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