Aesthetics
Criticism from the senses, to the mind
Out through the most dangerous hole in the world...
The mouth.
A means for communication, used as a weapon.
To injure, degrade, deface...
Here is a paragraph from the analogy I am working on, taken from a personal manuscript that I call "The Soliloquiy of Soul and Spirit":
In my travels in and out of consiousness, I saw an oracle of pure light and sheer beauty. Her knowledge was mine to use and learn. Three steps into tomorrow and I saw the truth evident in every living being. Jealousy. "Why?" I asked myself... "Why envy others for the fortune they have, and attain compensation in the thought that there are those poorer than us?" The less fortunate. I tore from the everlasting knowledge of this dream that would have made me wiser. I ran. I do not want to know what evil we have in this pitiful world. I am one to always expect the best in others. Despite who they are or what they have done. I fear the wisdom that I could have shared with so few. Knowing the truth is a burden. We need lies in our lives to keep us going. To push us forward when we see no ray of hope. This is the evolution of self-encouragement. An anti-conscience of sorts. One that creates "the balance" that so many intellectuals and the religious always pertain to. I am evil as much as I am good. Thats the complexity of life. Its when we find beauty in that which others find horrid. I tore away from the light of knowledge that I could have attained. Not because it would empower me with the truth, but because it would make me ignorant. It would make me ignorant of the milestones we have achieved working on the impossible. The truth sets limits. These limits bind us to where we are today. Never improving. One lie tips the balance of power and opens a door to incredible possibilities. That is the good of evil, that is the truth in the lies. That is what defines who we become and what we can achieve. Most concepts and ideas start out as lies, it is the effort we put into making these lies become truths that has kept us from fading into dust.
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