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"Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts." - Plotinus

We are forever stuck in the dichotomy of expressing our intelligence with great forethought and deliberation or insulting it with garish acts of violent impulse. What brings the most profound sorrow is seeing those who carefully, tactfully, and with great presence of mind bastardize both gods and beasts alike by using their wit for cowardly Manipulation and their knowledge for hollow prestidigitation. Wielding their strength and grit to instill fear and pain. Instead of building themselves up to rival the gods we watch each other bite, stab, and snarl at our very own... Devolving willfully to sorry beasts as if we could not differentiate impulse from God's own truth. The great irony of it all is we glorify ourselves as nobles with divine causes and sage wisdom, all the while blind to the woefully blatant truth. That we are fallen from any grace we once had.. That we undermine and corrupt any sacred knowledge we hold.. That we -- with full bellies and sound minds and steely resolve -- discard our pursuit of the most pure to rape and disfigure ourselves in conflict. A pack of wolves after a hunt or a territorial conflict continue because that is their very essence, that is what Gaia has instilled in them as a matter of innocent cause and effect, decision-making [or decision-not-making] that is elemental in its simplicity and purity. Wolves cannot ponder their role in it all. There is beauty in that. Humanity appears proud to have misused its unprecedented intelligence and adaptability to roam the land looking for territory to squabble over or searching for brethren to cast out as enemies. Humanity appears proud to emulate simple beasts. All of it playing out as if it were a sick and twisted allagory for what even children know we should never become. The dust settles on a battlefield once and always up a time, a warrior bloodied and bare to the world: Shouting and taunting the lifeless husks of his kindred, proud to exert bestial wrath with cold calculation. Misguided and cursed creatures who honor the gods they worship -- the gods they could have become -- with blood and terror and keen understanding that they themselves have become demons who feast upon despair.

I saw the Plotinus quote above and felt inspired to write a short monologue on the topic. if you've made it this far I'm sorry for your loss the time you've spent won't be refunded. Love you mean it

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