What is the soul? A question I ponder on often, not because I care, but its been so long I can't remember what it felt like. I hear the stories and the rants that I have no soul and how could I do what I do to destroy something so filled with light and life, etc, etc... Nevertheless, in my experience what I have found is that there are really hardly any souls left. More often than not, I am already dealing with a lifeless, useless, disgusting, and incredible dark form of what you might call human. The warmth that exists is not because of the soul, but because of the hate and the selfishness and the lack of being for others. Heat is generated that gives the impression there is a spirit, however its just a facade of the remnant of what is an unrecognizable life.
I do a service for the rest of those that remain out there. Sadness may be expressed for a spell; it will pass. Don't harbor vindictive ideas or thoughts of revenge. They won't replace your loss nor will they overcome the strength of who I am. Have solace in knowing you have survived another day.
"As I always say, one must never be afraid to look deep down into the darkest depths of oneself where the light never reaches." ---Elizabeth, "Daughters of Darkness"
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