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Little monkeys, be not afraid

A lot of people accuse me of being totally devoid of anything nice. I do not take personal issue with very many things, and I cannot say that I am offended at remarks like that either. Those people have ground to stand on, considering some of the things that I have written, but they are mistaken little monkeys so completely terrified of the truth that they feel obliged to attack what is inherently constructive.

The facts, as I see them, betray most people’s fluffy visions of life as nothing more than deceitful hallucinations It all makes for good comedy until entire civilizations are smashed because a wily gang of holy fascists decided that they know something about the world. But I did not set out to write about that crap right now.

Indeed, there are times and places for that sort of discourse, and the best of times take place when we are as far from those dismal thoughts as possible.

But what in the world is so precious that all of the hatred, manipulation, greed and perversion of human virtue can seemingly be washed away in a single moment, where all that remains is something so pure and sincere that it is able to distill this polluted ocean of life? Well, I have seen it, and it is sparkling eyes …

The Greeks referred to it as nepenthe. For some, it is cocaine, heroin, prescription drugs, methamphetamines and so forth. For others, there are things like marijuana, alcohol, television, sex, massive online social centers, denial … None of those things are what they seem to be, though, and all of them take the place of something that used to be, but they reveal something that could be. Should we make a serious effort to find out what the hell happened to this weird idea called love.

It seems to me that love, by any genuine interpretation of the whorish word, is fading away and being replaced by some phony, illegitimate pretender of a feeling that most people accept into their hearts simply to expedite their generally selfish ambitions.

I have seen this happen far too many times, and to some very honest people. It ruins them and creates harmful relationships, which often end in tragic circumstances. Lust, manipulation, deception, envy; love is their scapegoat. And, to be sure, one cannot simply make note of love in a romantic sense without observing the fact that love needs to exist everywhere and between all people for any true sense of the idea to flourish. And that’s about as much as anyone can say without preaching.

Normally, I would point out something like the fact that in my 21 years I should scarcely have the credentials to speak about things which transcend life as we know it. And maybe that is true. Hell, normally I would have more sense than to write about something like love. For God’s sake, what terrible current have I set out on? … No, it will be smooth sailing, and it’s all because of sparkling eyes.

You see, I was recently struck with the most debilitating sense of shock and awe that I have ever experienced. The details are not necessary, but suffice it to say that I walked into a room and was almost instantly sent into a state of speechless bewilderment by the most beautiful set of eyes that I could ever imagine. Yes sir, I was hurled into a senseless mess of confusion where nothing was possible aside from leaning against the wall and attempting to figure out where I was and what I was doing there. It was pretty stupid at the time, but in retrospect I believe that what I experienced was a piece of the rarest and truest energy in the universe.

And that all sounds very fluffy indeed, but I cannot stress this reality enough. What I saw there was the antithesis to every single bit of human suffering, to all negativity and hate and every synonym therein.

I write about a lot of terrible things happening to the world in this newspaper. I write about those things because I believe that if more people took the time to consider their world for what it really is, that we might all benefit from it. Not as a society, but as a species, and it is essential that I believe that, or I would be wasting my time. I have to believe that there is truth in the world, and that it can be found.

The purpose to all of this then is to show that the truth does exist, locked away somewhere inside huge, classified government vaults, of course, but all of that pales in insignificance to what was inside the infinite beauty of those sparkling eyes. If there is hope in the world, then that is exactly where it can be found.