9/23/17 - "The One Star" There was one child, one star, born into a sea of darkness. He searched for light everywhere and in everyone, but found it absolutely nowhere but within himself. He endlessly hoped in vain that his scintillating reflection were a new source of light, but it was always a lie; and he died, and died, and died... Absorbing all the due hatred and false contempt of the wicked and the damned, he eventually became filled with an unholy power, harnessing hatred itself through understanding. Acting like one of them, he began to realize the goals they all commonly sought, finding no pleasure in his power - a tool, a utility, nothing more. Some of the wicked had achieved great success through this such unholy power; others had been ruined by it, but all of its products had been corruption until his time. How could there be any pure product of an unholy device? But he would defy his natural substance to achieve the only glory there would ever be; reserved for that incessant, obnoxious hindrance to all the lives of the many. It was the wish of all evil things to achieve the glory that belonged only to him, while he had wished for an other, the only one whom the loneliness of power did not entice. He had tried to share the secret of his power to everyone with whom he had lived, wanting love instead of it. But they all had thought his secret were the path to loss, conscious that they sought power, and believing in their use of force. It wouldn't help them anyway, if it could. It abandons the unworthy, forever seeking the one who will allow it to possess them. It would only sap their ability to control; but the one child had no dispute with his own mind, and so made himself the possession of it. The wicked believed that they sometimes had obeyed what they had called their "conscience", and sometimes not; but they hardly knew the difference, misidentifying what were true, and denying to theirselves honest consideration from their minds. Given that all things are driven by the inherent pride of a creature, honest consideration of the mind was all too difficult, if not impossible, for a wicked thing - necessarily believing itself to be right. But the one child, fortified by his inherent honesty, had the advantage of being proud with good reason; so, this drive did not interfere with the truth. A wicked thing, when rebuked, is obstinate because of this pride, but its obstinance is not the truth. The one child, when rebuked, became obstinate, and grew in strength of mind every time - for it was justified obstinance, reason being his close companion. The wicked tried to treat the child's obstinance as though it were the common obstinance of a wicked one - false, and deserving of mockery; and the child knew what was wrong. All wicked things are the possession of reason - and it came to a time when the nagging of reason became so loud in all their minds, that it began the reshape the world. They would endure against it while he endured through it; but in the end, it would be a matter of pride. That is, one's ability to verify to theirselves that they are right. Are you? |