It has begun...
The signs are all there.
Granted any fool can tell that there are tough times ahead, but I have come to the understanding that the stirring of the wind is far more than a mere gale. This one is a maelstrom. It comes into this world every so often, and right now the atmosphere is ripe.
A few years ago, I talked to Orio and da Pixi about this thought, and sadly now I am watching it manifest just as I had seen it in a dream. A dream with eyes wide-open, perfect clarity, and absolute consciousness.
...The cycle in not a circle, but a spiral... It started on the edge of the spiral, like a particle of light just caught at the farthest reach of a black hole’s grasping tentacles. As the wheel of time turns its long arms, this reality moves in its circular pattern clockwise. Though the cycles are measure every time the hand of the clock reaches the 12th hour, as reality spirals closer to the center the total time for the cycle to make its lap decreases.
Well here it comes again... the cycle is reaching the direction of hate and destruction. The signs ahead of this ill-fated time have always been the same. There is no difference now. A period of greed, apathy, and cultural gluttony comes to a grinding halt, giving way to stagnation, fear, discrimination, and cultural famine. Hate, discrimination, and fear then begin to rule the mechanisms of humanity.
Assassinations become the acceptable method of resolving issues with those who disagree on a fundamental level with one another. Apathy reigns in genocidal acts where the shame, frustration, and failures of the aggressors are focused towards another in order to hide from the truth behind their own faults. Opposing views are polarized and become unwavering.
Then it begins.
All this is the fuel. It is a toxic fuel that burns the eyes and numbs the senses of humanity with its stench. It is an ichor so thick and foul that it coats all the goodness and purity of the world. Even the good of heart start to genuinely believe that these little acts of indiscriminant evil are for a greater good that they do no fully comprehend. If this evil is the consensus, then it must not be evil at all.
But now I must remind you that this is only the fuel. The spark has not yet been ignited, but it comes soon because the blinded are often to careless and easily stumble in the darkness. I know not how to douse this spark, because it is a fire that comes from within the raging soul who has lost its sight, and cannot be smothered. When it ignites, it spreads across the world, reaching farther and farther each time until, in the end, it engulfs it completely.
This cycle has repeated itself many times over the course of time our planet has been in existence, and it is time for the next conflagration. Though not strong enough to extinguish humanity forever, it gains strength with every repetition.
Though I don’t believe in unchanging fate. I don’t believe in a future that we cannot create for ourselves. And I do not believe that it is ever too late to change...
Still, the storm is on the horizon and getting ever closer.
Granted any fool can tell that there are tough times ahead, but I have come to the understanding that the stirring of the wind is far more than a mere gale. This one is a maelstrom. It comes into this world every so often, and right now the atmosphere is ripe.
A few years ago, I talked to Orio and da Pixi about this thought, and sadly now I am watching it manifest just as I had seen it in a dream. A dream with eyes wide-open, perfect clarity, and absolute consciousness.
...The cycle in not a circle, but a spiral... It started on the edge of the spiral, like a particle of light just caught at the farthest reach of a black hole’s grasping tentacles. As the wheel of time turns its long arms, this reality moves in its circular pattern clockwise. Though the cycles are measure every time the hand of the clock reaches the 12th hour, as reality spirals closer to the center the total time for the cycle to make its lap decreases.
Well here it comes again... the cycle is reaching the direction of hate and destruction. The signs ahead of this ill-fated time have always been the same. There is no difference now. A period of greed, apathy, and cultural gluttony comes to a grinding halt, giving way to stagnation, fear, discrimination, and cultural famine. Hate, discrimination, and fear then begin to rule the mechanisms of humanity.
Assassinations become the acceptable method of resolving issues with those who disagree on a fundamental level with one another. Apathy reigns in genocidal acts where the shame, frustration, and failures of the aggressors are focused towards another in order to hide from the truth behind their own faults. Opposing views are polarized and become unwavering.
Then it begins.
All this is the fuel. It is a toxic fuel that burns the eyes and numbs the senses of humanity with its stench. It is an ichor so thick and foul that it coats all the goodness and purity of the world. Even the good of heart start to genuinely believe that these little acts of indiscriminant evil are for a greater good that they do no fully comprehend. If this evil is the consensus, then it must not be evil at all.
But now I must remind you that this is only the fuel. The spark has not yet been ignited, but it comes soon because the blinded are often to careless and easily stumble in the darkness. I know not how to douse this spark, because it is a fire that comes from within the raging soul who has lost its sight, and cannot be smothered. When it ignites, it spreads across the world, reaching farther and farther each time until, in the end, it engulfs it completely.
This cycle has repeated itself many times over the course of time our planet has been in existence, and it is time for the next conflagration. Though not strong enough to extinguish humanity forever, it gains strength with every repetition.
Though I don’t believe in unchanging fate. I don’t believe in a future that we cannot create for ourselves. And I do not believe that it is ever too late to change...
Still, the storm is on the horizon and getting ever closer.