Evil Is Not I

Namaste y'all... a cosmic fool offers a heart-on-sleeve soliloquy..

I have seen evil.. more than you know.. I never saught it out.. I only lived the best a human can, facing against the grain, toward the darkness.. and I realized that beyond acknowledgement, recognition, acceptance, understanding, embrace/endulge, and transcendence, there was something dark that wasn't even me at all in the first place. It puts a different perspective on being human.

In an incredulous universe, it is fortunate the awe of getting over yourself never fully dies.. where evil hates humans for being so blissfully ignorant, together we find common ground on hating the universe at large.. because Truth hurts, and you are alone, with not even any privacy but for how no one else understands you. The most difficult thing of all is to accept the pain of Truth.. your naive ideals were not feasible in the first place, so it is barely doable to let them go.

Thy Old Cycle
Extrinsic vibrations clash against each other,
seeking reunification beyond a doubt.
Foreshadowing the answer haphazardly,
the question of existence lingers hereabout.
Faithless and bear the vibrations cry, of why
there is something rather than nothing.
Thus smitten by the sword of duality,
a sigh and then silence roams about.
Nothing is left to hear the answer,
wherefrom the celebrations spout.

I never realized that some secrets are said to be better left well guarded for reasons beyond pride and arrogance.. humans would barely call me an ally, while evil cannot but proverbially gag in my presence. It seems the human condition is perverse, because we are symbolic of the original universal ideal, which has turned out thusly, perversely. Perversity needs privacy, but as the matrix of conspiracy smothers each one of us in parasitic infiltration, they are so close to our every thought that they cannot but love to hate us, because they love to hate the universe.

How ironic is enlightened self-realization, because evil would punish the neutral party that sends it love, joy, or compassion, and the human wants none of Truth's pain... so the only one left to look out for is yourself. No one wants to hear it.. as if humans were meant to meddle in metaphysical affairs.. the anomalous human may strive with clear intent to such ends, but it *is* an anomaly.. perhaps are we testaments to existence itself, where in a sea of evil there is no light left but for our blissful ignorance.. which is farmed as a food source, but grows them ever more tormented because our stupid little happinesses are too much for them, so out of reach, so *mortal*. Imagine if the last spec of light vanishes?.. at least the atoms hear my controlled folly, because one day they will be Creators and I want them to do a better job than the last ones..

Evil Is Not I
Joined by the colour spectrum—black and white,
All of us joined by the human fight.
In evil's shadow I pray for good,
Its direction showing me where I stood.
The shadow is mine for it follows my flight, day and night.

To say that you are not evil is blasphemous, as if you were a God, as if *any* Gods that aren't somewhat evil even exist!... but once you truly understand evil, you fall into its trap, or you learn not to respect it, because your respect sickens it.. you must be neutral not to help evil but because your sorrow you unconditionally feel upon sickening evil so, still sickens it.. catch 22.. but once you know evil's secrets then you must have done *something* right, so you are powerful enough to defend yourself, or turn to evil if you are tricked.. so it is your *responsibility* to be neutral. Neutral is truly the only kind of good that ever has existed, beyond the original fleeting expansion of Creation Itself.

I am filled with hope... because aeons from now, we *will* get it right. Until then I will be foolishly patient, controlled.. because I'll walk the razor's edge that most never maintain.. I will remain *sane* for aeons in this shit.. because Truth's pain is *barely* enough to sustain me.. but with cunning human pecculiarities such as humour, sarcasm, irony, absurdity, perversion and transmutation, slackfulness, and mediocre impeccability, I am able to *know* that what is barely, barely, barely, barely, barely enough to get by with is the best of the worst case scenarios and the worst of the best case scenarios--the only thing ever available if you honestly want all others to also be able to get by. *That* is neutrality, and anything claiming to be good beyond this, is the most powerful evil of all.

I think Marshall McLuhan said it nicely:

Art is anything

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