Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Shadows and Dust
The land mimicked the crimson sky, bleeding with the sins of man. – The Book of Tortured Souls, Nomar Knight
Oh how much fun it is to be a horror writer! Real life atrocities serve to teach us humble folk what not to mimic and what not to put up with. They also make us aware of serious deficiencies in the fabric we call society. All throughout the globe man continues to not get it. Living to feed their egotistical desires, seeing others for their differences and finding fault with anyone who doesn’t do what they do, or see things their way, all contribute to a blind form of hate.
Throughout time, history has provided many examples of hate, much of it disguised as noble causes. From the crucifixion of Christ, to the persecution of Christians, to the Inquisition and beyond; up unto our modern versions of hate, man will always remain incapable of maturing. It would seem they trap themselves in halls laden with fantasies of a Utopia. The quest for a perfect society lives even when men like Adolf Hitler were publicly chastised for unspeakable and unforgivable crimes against humanity.
I wonder when mankind will understand to appreciate our differences and stop imposing individual ideals on society as a whole. I wonder if I will live to see the day when war is concentrated against those who continue to corrode this beautiful planet. I wonder if man is capable of throwing away their fears of losing their individual identities in realizing that we really are not different at all. When are they going to realize we all belong to the human race, a race bequeathed by either nature or God with the responsibility of maintaining that all creatures be given an opportunity to live in harmony?
Man will always flex their muscles against one another and their lands, for many of them live as though their actions would be erased upon their departure to another existence. Well, our actions do have consequences. We must change how we treat others and we must improve how we treat our environment. If we don’t, we may awaken to a crimson sky hovering over barren land, filled with shadows of lost promises and the sanguine dust of mortality.
I agree with John Lennon, we should give peace a chance, but it starts within each of us.