Q: Your reference to humans looking downwards, is a reference, as you’ve said, to humanity’s embrace of selfishness. How is this, when people’s vision of “self-worth” is believed to be an encouragement, as an act of compassion?
A: It is an emplacement, not an encouragement. That is, it is the beginning of something, and that “something” is the selfishness. As one stares down to look at their feet, they will not see who comes crawling at their feet. They will, instead, see themselves, their own form, in contrast to God, who is said to be formless. Humans, seeing themselves, in recent days, to be better providers, more practical providers than God, are neglecting to consider that because they possess a form, they are more susceptible to greed. What inevitably forms from such a stare downwards at someone’s own form, is a world that builds itself upon that greed, upon that continuous “encouragement”, as you’ve named it, of selfishness. And, when a human adopts this, they only adopt it, until they find purified comfort in only ever aiding themselves, consuming each thing they deem to be “compassion”, as you’ve called it, as everyone else starves.
“What can the human commonly say about love, other than its purpose in shielding? In burning, it acts as the sun, as the woman, to a man, when he is the universe. He beholds stars, in her creation. He allows her heart to go aflame. For what does the sun do, when warm, when hot, when scalding, rather than offer power to the powerless? The universe is cold, and each sun directly in the center of the galaxy is the source of a woman’s heat. Her body, so to speak, is aflame at the Southern point, as all of Antarctica melts, when lust controls the world. It is here, to comprehend it all, that life is meant to fade, and never to burn out.”
“It is a moronic assumption to believe that reality can only be perceived, with eyes open, with hands extended, with nostrils breathing, with ears attentive, or with tongue outstretched. What of the perceptions gained from without any of these things? Everything felt, is in captivation, and in that captivation, we are frozen in a stillness that makes itself believable without movement. Science has merely given us room to move, outside the coffin, and outside the embrace. Development, for any society, has no use for love, has no use for death, though has use for the continued dissatisfaction within life. Death comforts the sufferer. Love comforts the sufferer. And love would bring someone closer to the stillness of death, than the repeated actions of movement within life. We will find from what has been said, that the realest of realities, are love and death. It is because, as people who are alive, we continue to fail to accept reality for what it is, as a thing of continuous denial, that seems to invade upon our ambitions that extend beyond realism, into the unrealistic.”
“How does a world embrace so easily the love towards the self, disguise it as well, as love, while denying what it actually is, as hatred? Hatred confines, cages the person inside themselves, while love will flood a planet. How does a world not know God, other than attempting to seek greater truth than him? It is inevitable that a vulnerable human would do this. Truth is flesh, while love is the shield for the flesh. Death is beneath the flesh, as a skeleton. When science discovers, it discovers bones. To dig for truth, turns truth upside down, and a scientist finds no meaning in the limitlessness of love, nor of the universe that relates to love; for he finds more truth in everything limited of the human. That is, he finds more use in something not unlimited, but may be studied as the fleshy form that may be touched; or perhaps even wielded as another shield for the selfish human to guard only themselves, and create victims in others. Is this not familiar?”
“We live in a world where the word ‘misanthrope’ is something to be admired, adored, and still… where do we find such people? They end up as psychopaths, as people who wouldn’t feel pain when they hear their loved ones who cry in pain. We dislike faith. We dislike religion. And for what purpose has this created? I prove now that the question is opposite from the answer, and the ‘power of reason’ falls on the former. We once placed God as ‘high’, and now we place Science as ‘high’. Why is this? I prove now that it is because those who never received answers, never received bread, now rule us; though, they govern us by what once afflicted them. The question of, ‘When?’ has turned upon the whole of the Earth. And faith, no longer unites us. Question divides us. Faith unites us. Those who never received their answers, now rule us. Those who never provide answers, now rule us. And to what extent does this last? I prove now that when polarities reverse themselves, we turn answer down to its lowest point. That is, we bury truth. And as question and Science is ‘high’, God becomes merely a truth to leave in the past, like any dead thing. Faith, too. Wisdom, too.”
I falter to see, The fulfillment of me. Upon this universe, Where there are swaying reeds, Near to the banks of a river. It is the simplest thing.
Upon this universe, Where Heaven is too ephemeral, And a government too happy, I struggle to feel, The euphoria unreal, The pain I sought to seal.
Upon my body, I am the void, The many faces that mock, Are rather, in shock. They shake my memories, To the foundations.
My unending days, Are nearing their beginning, Once again. For living eternally, And in happiness, Is immediate denial.
In denial, for what life stands for, That is, the exhaust, The tiring, the weary, And though we despise it, We yearn for it, Soon as we cannot recognize it.
“Change is the opposite of contentment. Contentment is the opposite of hatred and discontent. In such a world as today, where there is a yearning for love and for hatred’s disappearance, no accomplishment of love will ever be made, when there is constant change. Constant change, multiple differences, will create the limited hatred that forms the process of decline among the human. Love makes the human thrive, as such occurred for two thousand years, because love promotes limitlessness. Hatred promotes decline, and an endless promotion of change creates a downfall. From this, Darwin becomes more-so the prophet over Christ, when he ‘predicts’ that the strongest will survive.”
Empathy is the emotion of the personal. The snow and its cold are where people are buried. Beneath its flakes, there is the death of where people sleep. We have noticed of the towns and cities that are spread across the earth, that sympathy is now the emotion used for when one deserves to be equal. In death, we are equal. In love, we are equal.
Like a flower that
failed to bloom, and remained as a bud, there is a certain woman with the name,
Katharina, only about as beautiful as the black orchid, grown in Asia. She
prowls these streets in France, in the city of Reims, cradling a child of no
name.
In love, we are
equal. For God, we are equal. A scientist will dig for truth, because a
scientist has no choice but to see their own feet. They refuse to be blinded by
God. It is because they believe God holds no truth.
The lack of a
reality makes either denial or yearning.
Truth is the flesh, separated from God, or love, so that what is noticed is only the body. As Adam and Eve, who were once nude, before betraying God, their bodies were risen from the soil, and from death, or the soil, came the life that we behold for beauty. Beauty, which is the truth or the flesh, made shocking, when exposed. Katharina is a woman of no love.
“Little to no love…”
Without love, she
cares little for what occurs about her. That which surrounds her holds no
interest to her wandering stare. She is in love with no purpose for love,
besides the cradled infant in her arms. An infant of no name, and certainly no
surname.
There are flakes
that descend and fall to land upon her nose and cheeks. They lay there against
the warm skin, to then melt and blend themselves in with the blackened tears
that wash from Katharina’s eyes.
She is surrounded
by the stares of the people of Reims.
She is surrounded
by their eyes.
Glares that have
witnessed her deformed appearance. An appearance that is stricken by grief. A
loss to which has touched her heart and has tainted the ruby orb into black
coal. Metaphorically, this would mean that there is something she flees from;
and as a woman will leap from one thing to the next, she will soon return to
the center.
Outside of a
woman’s home, there is the world. It is because a woman’s emotions, as
important as they are to her, branch throughout the world as temptation.
Femininity and temptation make business thrive. Temptation creates the fuel of
lust to make beauty an alterable thing. A changeable thing, because love cannot
ever be used. The limitations in love become an awareness to any human, when it
is simply stripped away.
The home of a
woman is the heart, itself. The love; and the streets away from it, are the
veins. Are we as one body? As a species, we are as one body, and the roads that
led out of Eden, were endless.
God has no wife,
because He has no home, besides Heaven. For a man will make his home, a woman’s
heart. God would have to make his home, as everyone’s heart.
Temptation is for
flesh. Love raises flesh. After love is abandoned, there is flesh exposed to
the cold. Warmth no longer makes flesh warm. A shelter, a home, a shield, or an
encasement, makes the flesh warm, through love. Modesty is the love. Beauty is
the flesh. When love is gone, there is flesh exposed; when flesh is torn
through, the human has died.
Katharina’s heart
is the cold stone withdrawn from the evermore cold river and held close to her
face so that she may examine its appearance. If winds run against it, it would
not become colder.
Love is the
emotion of modesty.
Love does not show
itself, so therefore, God would not show Himself.
To the woman, and
her cravings or yearnings, would a man show himself, as God is asked to show
Himself? A craving, a saving, and a woman who pleas to the Lord above. In
turning away, woman is betrayed by God, or a man, and beauty is revealed.
A woman’s pride,
or even the downfall of any love that centered herself, comes by way of
following those veins throughout a city.
She walks, Katharina, down an endless road, because she has nowhere to turn, and no time to cease her pacing.
“A vein is as any other…”
Her face holds the
appearance of possession.
Possessed by the
limitations in love. She has exposed her warm flesh, no longer warm to the
shelter of a home, and open before the descending flakes of snow. Like a canvas
drawn with a nude for reveal, shock and controversy are there for viewers.
She walks with the
infant enclosed in her cradling arms.
Her only love is
the world.
The roads are
endless.
She follows them
like the veins from her heart. When a woman moves her arm, she moves a vein.
When a woman moves her leg, she moves a vein. When a woman desires freedom, she
doesn’t desire love.
Love freezes,
encases, and imprisons a woman in a home. For a man, love traps him to the
study and examination of a woman. She may see what she sees, but he cannot see
anything. To pierce his eyes, would be simple. To pierce her eyes, would take
raw masculinity.
What is Katharina?
She is a woman who
wanders. The road she wanders is as any other vein, as the sympathy to which is
offered upon a passerby. A road and its paupers are met by the sympathetic
Saint.
Katharina offers a
degree of sympathy to a pauper who passes her. Though, as he passes on the
endless road, the sympathy acts as the road. No intimacy is shared between
them. The road is as any other vein. The sympathy for the pauper treats the
pauper as any other pauper.
What would hurt
through empathy?
Everything would
hurt.
And the pain would
oftentimes be mistaken for pleasure.
“Truth is the covering upon death. A skeleton is the exposure beneath flesh, and in the search for truth, in the search for identity, there will be a skeleton soon to be shown. There will be death. There will be a skeleton, revealed. Why is this? It is because, in the turning away from love, there is soon the flesh to be seen; and then, in the search for truth, beyond God’s touch of love, there is the belief that suffering will become the new form of equality. The victims of a society will be there for the creation of equality. It is because when God made equality through love, truth was met with modesty. Then, when God was discarded and made ‘obsolete’, truth was searched after, until made distorted and unrecognized. Beauty was seen as business, because business makes use of chaos. Soon, such ‘victims’ of society will be there, and expose their flesh enough to see beneath. They and their alterations, through cash and plastic, through money and oil that are the treasures of wealth from the earth, a skeleton will be revealed.”
