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Apr. 8th, 2006 03:57 amI did not write tonight. I treated myself to a movie. V for Vendetta. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible poetry. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible truth. It was a movie that made me wish I had written it, because the complex simplicity of the story touched a part of me that I cannot express here. There are no words.
It is not for every one. There is emotive violence in some that will make some weep. There is, in the last 20 minutes, but lasting for a very short time, true violence that, while not gory, as in the ever popular and moronic slasher type, or pornographic in the sense of the Hellraiser type, may cause some to avert their eyes.
But the story is simple, and though this is not the premise of the story, it prompted this from me. No matter how much we may want the world to be a nice place, full of wonderfully understanding and loving people that live together in harmony, people that "Just get along", there are snakes.
Snakes that come in pretty packages and tell us that they are doing what they are doing for their or our own protection or good. Snakes that hide behind the screen of sanctity and claim piety while working toward their own gains without regard for the lives they may be harming through their own actions.
I applaud those that work toward the goal of understanding and love and harmony. It is they that keep me filled with hope that someday their dream of this world will become the true one; I see it happening, but slowly. They know who they are, and they know that I love and appreciate them, delicate and gentle flowers that they are.
I despise those that work toward their own goals of self-serving and self-protection, stepping on and standing upon the bodies of those that called them friend and lover. I have no time for these people. They darken and shrivel the very lives of those that come to see them as they are, and they suck the life from those that do not yet know them behind their masks.
I have known both. I have been in the company of both. I had, at one point in my life, been given the choice to go either way. The path I chose is either obvious or not. I know which one I chose, as do my closest friends.
Those that I love, know that I love them with all the depth of my being. Those that I despise... well, the Universe has a way about it. Balance will always be done.
To find the mask, and to see the face behind the mask, look for fear. Fear is the common trait to all two legged snakes. Fear of discovery, and the forked tongue will always protest too much. Let those who have ears hear it.
The FrankenClock just chimed 4 am. The wind is blowing, and a new day, my friends, is coming.
It is not for every one. There is emotive violence in some that will make some weep. There is, in the last 20 minutes, but lasting for a very short time, true violence that, while not gory, as in the ever popular and moronic slasher type, or pornographic in the sense of the Hellraiser type, may cause some to avert their eyes.
But the story is simple, and though this is not the premise of the story, it prompted this from me. No matter how much we may want the world to be a nice place, full of wonderfully understanding and loving people that live together in harmony, people that "Just get along", there are snakes.
Snakes that come in pretty packages and tell us that they are doing what they are doing for their or our own protection or good. Snakes that hide behind the screen of sanctity and claim piety while working toward their own gains without regard for the lives they may be harming through their own actions.
I applaud those that work toward the goal of understanding and love and harmony. It is they that keep me filled with hope that someday their dream of this world will become the true one; I see it happening, but slowly. They know who they are, and they know that I love and appreciate them, delicate and gentle flowers that they are.
I despise those that work toward their own goals of self-serving and self-protection, stepping on and standing upon the bodies of those that called them friend and lover. I have no time for these people. They darken and shrivel the very lives of those that come to see them as they are, and they suck the life from those that do not yet know them behind their masks.
I have known both. I have been in the company of both. I had, at one point in my life, been given the choice to go either way. The path I chose is either obvious or not. I know which one I chose, as do my closest friends.
Those that I love, know that I love them with all the depth of my being. Those that I despise... well, the Universe has a way about it. Balance will always be done.
To find the mask, and to see the face behind the mask, look for fear. Fear is the common trait to all two legged snakes. Fear of discovery, and the forked tongue will always protest too much. Let those who have ears hear it.
The FrankenClock just chimed 4 am. The wind is blowing, and a new day, my friends, is coming.
