I've been on furlough for far too long. Banished from the firmament, deprived of my rightful duty, which gave my life such purpose. It's hard to keep faith when you are treated so unjustly. It is difficult to stay righteous when you are no longer armed with purity and proof.
Be these simply more trials of Job? Is his sad and savage story not just a representation of the rapacious universal law? Atoms smashing up against one another, a tidal flood that knows not mercy, cares not for cause, and knows no other will or way than to breach, incessantly, upon each other. Will there be no reprieve, no peace, until that last speck of stardust is crushed?
We ought condemn violence. But as we cast such a judgement, we ought not turn a blind eye to our hippocrasy. For everything we have, everything we've ever seen or touched or felt was brought to us violently. That is the evil, the devil behind the iron gate, the twisted double face of god, inextricable for the potency which it injects into our ephemeral lives. In the moment it gives birth to courage, valor, strength, and beauty. But in the end all will be reduced to ash and rubble.
