Dark Surprise

Dark surprises. In the search. And the search goes on. My eyes on a certain one and no other. She could be my dark surprise. Light within the dark, or only dark? I will have to wait and see. And at times there is denial, of myself, mainly. And there are memories that still haunt. Happenings of the past that amounted to nothing really. Sometimes I wish to get away from this self. And I wonder if I could've been born another person. With another life, with other thinking. With other feelings and with a different mind. And on this day, I just have the feeling that I wish to relax, and be easy.

The Thought Police

Shampooed and conditioned with political correctness. The thought police are in town, and they mean to reach inside of your head. There are no names nor faces to speak of. They withhold the democratic rights, that they probably profess to believe in. They wish to colour your opinions with guilt. They wish for you not to be free for personal expression. And they wish for sameness, because they can gain some kind of narrow comfort from it. They are opposed to imagination and creativity. They fear people who refuse to be the same as they are, when they are bland and shallow, and above all are insecure and fearful. They believe in 'wings' in Political rhetoric and the causes of their 'right' or their left. Their ideas are outmoded and obsolete, and beneath free thinking. They are dictators, and they despise truth. They hunger after their own vanity, wishing for it a general acceptance. And the thought police wish to take from you, your freedom. They would like you not to question any single thing of them. If you don't feel and think the same as they do, then they are at war with what they could very well term the proletariat. And they condescend, deeming you not as an equal, but as a lesser human, with lesser rights. I hereby declare war on the thought police.

Truth and the Struggle for Truth.

There is light in the shadows. Ties, even familial, cannot be perfectly broken. All, is a part of the whole. Memory is a truthful guide. It must be consulted and trusted and believed in. This picture cannot be denied only ignored. Life runs its course. It is complete in itself. It isn't of one scene or another, it is of the totality of things experienced. And memory is the gift that leads to a truth, not the perfect truth, as this isn't given to man or woman. The truth belongs to God, and he only allows us to know what we deserve to know I believe. There is as always, the fight for truth. It cannot be known purely with mind. The truth is still not available with mind, no matter how smart we may think that we are. I believe that humility and memory are more of a way to truth. And there is soul and spirit in the shadows. I believe that they are closer to truth than mind is. And I am tried and I am challenged, but I won't relent. Truth is the greatest word that I have ever been aware of. And if I can't find truth, then I will find my personal honesty, no matter what the price may be to pay for it. And hurt can be overtaken. It can be subdued. What is it anyway but negative feeling towards the self? Or an assault by injustice? And injustice is in itself, an assault of cruelty and inconsideration. Empathy and compassion, have been left behind. Love has been confronted, by at the very least, indifference. And perhaps it has been confronted by evil.