This was quite an interesting realization. I am violence. I am superficiality. I am pettiness. I am greed.
I can sit at a lunch session in Beverly Hills, with stereotypically superficial human beings possessed to the soles of their designer shoes with cupidity and vanity, and I am that (Tat tvam asi).
I am death and darkness. I am cruelty.
Goethe once said, approximately, “nothing human is foreign to me”, and I think this is what he meant.
In large measure, what we call our character is our effort to separate ourselves from what is out there, from the dark, cold seas, and windswept mountains, and dismal, overheated bogs. But we are that.
This is, I suspect, a closely guarded secret, for the simple reason that most people will not be able to process it, and because if you do not have a light shining through you, it is quite easy to get lost.
But the essence of true wealth is owning everything that is and could be. This is a worthy happiness.
There is much I am not saying. I may some day, and I may not. If this is annoyingly cryptic, I apologize.
2 replies on “Resist not Evil”
Glad you're back. I always enjoy reading your comments. Especially the cryptic ones 😉
Thanks!!! More to come. Sometimes silence best serves my purposes, but it does seem there is value in projecting what I see into the world in some fashion.