THE VOICE OF THE FALLEN ANGEL
Of the dreams, i am
the nightmare and of reality, i am the horror . For me , life finds
his sense of been in the pain . If the human beings would not feel my
presence, their lives would be empty and lacking sense . Thanks to me ,
they manage to develop their emotions and to try to overcome their
limits .If it was not for me , their lives would be
deadly contemplative .
They cry for me ,they
clamor for me , then , the darkness is a superior form of light , where
everyone has to look at, to discover his original face and also his
extreme , hidden , ugly face .
But what would happen if they could not express themselves . Where the violence would
be ? Will the armies become extinct ? Would the weapons be finished ?
Would the spirit of conquest die ? Would the wars ,disappear of
civilization ?
Then , where will the
empires , the conquerors and the conquered ones would be ? Who would
look for heroism , sacrifice and death, that make mortals, out
of men and women and place them as a model, in front of all , as a
necessary step in the human evolution . Are not, death, violence and
horror, their best motivation ?
An small and
insignificant flower was listening to this fallen angel and she thought
:
"I
only know that I will live for a moment , one day for me is like many
and all as an eternity without end . Today I listened to the voice of
this fallen angel , to the most hidden secrets of his heart and with my
smallness and sensibility , I can say that the evil of darkness, takes root in
justifying the absurdity of the selfishness and the lack of real values
. That is why it so easy to justify them ."
The whole empire
needs wars , blood , victims , martyrs , they all are part of a very
vast and complex machinery who yields homage, to the pride and vanity
and this is the reason that every evil can be justified .
But the true life ,
the life for example of this flower is not reached by being a powerful
king but just to be what we naturally are , without trying to reach the
stars from the ground . Evil weaves a trap and tries to get the perfect
victim and tries to justify itself .
And if the great
powers need to live of the blood of the innocent ones, then the flowers
have more riches than the majority of men because in order to live,
we only need to be , not to hurt , not to destroy , ever .
Only to Love. To Be
, in order to Love . And to Love in order to Be.
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