O, there was no going back for him! He felt trapped in this conniving and ensnaring dimension of pain and angst, he could see the open door approaching to him quickly. Hell called on to him! Once, he had been rested, his soul had been free, and his heart enamored with life. But that was once, before he had allowed the reality of others dictate his, and before he had permitted the words of madness of others introduce this same madness into him…
The door was here!
It read: “YOU ARE NOW ENTERING HELL. WELCOME.”
O, he entered his new reality full of fire and madness!
It was like the heavens had vanished and had allowed a hell to fill his mental ether, to take hostage the now boiling content of each cell of his body. It was the very vibration of the fire brooding within that which made everything so chaotic, so demonic, and yet the beauty had persisted but only to opaque and intensify his own lost soul. And what is the soul taken by blinding wrath if not lost…?? Once enslaved by this rage reality becomes corrupted and emotions intensified to reach blinding heights for the human mind, does it not…?? And even in this state, where frustration and pride take over, he is not himself. Who is he…?? Who are you…?? Who are you if not some creature which lies in powerlessness and dejection, the emptiness of your own humanity filled by this uncontrolled rage for a moment or two. He has lost himself, love and understanding seem non-existent, foes perhaps; for now, heat and ashes consume his soul and befriend his mind with a passing and deceitful “bliss”–something which carries no life but its opposite, Death! A death of reason and communion the divine understanding of the beautiful relationship in life.
O, he entered his new reality full of fire and madness!
He walks in the inferno with explosive gluttony and obscured haughtiness, and as he walks, unbeknownst to his higher dominion of celestial reason, his mind has fallen into the gruesome abyss of despair and solitude. And he trembles and despises himself as he is taken by this blasphemous extreme of the pole of his unexplored emotions, and he sees in the way the ones he wronged, which is himself and others he once treated with the highest gentleness and love contained within a beautiful creature of love and magic. Now a creature of lowly birth and demonic possession… How is it that anger fills us like the flames fill the house graced by family warmth and heartfelt art, robs our reason and understanding, burns everything into mere ash…??… His soul cannot be free consumed thus; he knows it, O he knows it, yet the tremendous heat and the tyrannous pride are running him into oblivion of himself, just like the engine runs the car into the bottom of a cliff. He has killed his friends and himself as he parades his stupidity. But he needs to see this. But he needs to be aware of this before the demons come for him…
“A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient, nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient, and look upon them only as sick and extravagant.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca; Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist and satirist.
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