... For it is the case that in our day and all others that a black water does rise. If one closes their eyes, slides in, they drown in the most warm and comfortable way, but in a way which in whole dissolves their humanity.
The fire quenched, they hardly even live. They have shirked the purpose of living, and so die without purpose and within purposelessness. The artlessness of their being and the carelessness of their choice, if it can even be said that they were conscious enough to choose, reveals in the pit of themselves, in their soul, that same wretched sludge with which they are now surrounded.
They wear their skin like us, their bodies are warm, but how could you even say we are the same species? Science may say so, but such a thing could never account for the truth that there is no place for artlessness in our kind, and that there is no greater horror than the example they set.
These are those who would sooner claw at the good and tear a piece of it away to feel its radiance then add to it themselves. They are the most pitiable ones imaginable, delivered the greatest gift and searching for the receipt. Like Orpheus,Thamyras, Ajax, Telamon, Agamemnon, Atlanta, and Thersites, and unlike Odysseus, they pass into the animalian state. Though it may be said that, even for these individuals they chose such fates out of scorn or pleasure-seeking, today it is chosen for comfort, so that one can be least pestered by the inconvenience of living.
There is a fundamental misunderstanding in the heart of our society. This is that life is a struggle, and that that struggle must be overcome.
The world will not be cheated, life will take what it is owed, you will not evade struggle.
It is only those who lack humility who do not see this, because to all others it is evident that any suffering not borne by the individual will be borne by the world, and those who do not endure are the ones that bring undue suffering to the rest.
And lo, such ones are our leaders. Such ones are those who think ownership is a substitute for craftsmanship, and think that position and authority are some ersatz-form of soul.
Corroded bronze “men” that they are, they invert all that is good, for they themselves are the inverse of rightful leadership.
By being unworthy of themselves they bend the world to unworthiness by despair. Such is how the present state has come to pass, and how woe by the form of black smoke clouds has risen over the land.
Would that white croatian bricks could return to the Earth by a will of their own.
But do not regard the will of bricks, and look upon your own. If men may unbecome themselves and thereby make us suffer, then may we not become ourselves and gain something greater? Does true power not lie in the strength of the spirit rather than in the strength of arms?
Verily, it is so. And so I declare to you, I am human because I want to be. I do not concern myself with suffering, I do not concern myself with failure. I love humanity, I love my life. I will become whatever I must be, and I will love that too.
And all who think as I do will participate in the greatest test of our species. We shall soon see which is greater; the strength, or the weakness of the human spirit.