Chapter 106: Litany of Evil and of Despair

/ When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it -- always.

-- Mahatma Gandhi /

It seems permanent on hindsight as the beauty emerges. There, a pure horizon of the promised milk and honey were evidently stored, but there is no way to access any form of relief. Outside, the war rages as if endlessly, suffering was predominantly experienced, and reality seems to fail the whole time. There is simply no motivation to continue to live.

And yet, many are still blinded to try and establish a perfect order that is too big a promise, the robbery of wasted wealth and the settlement of these estates and the stolen riches that must come back to the rightful owners in history. The commoner had no place in society other than the exploited peasants facing the challenges of land grabbing and ownership.

To mutilate further the fruits of character, an obvious economic sabotage as some might suggest, is to paint the ugliness of the world captured in systemic defects that have been planted by the same people who wanted to encite the desire to wage a revolution, loot the several capital, and divide everything, equally and equitably, to the population that has been deceived by the mechanism of the invisible hand.

But the discontent cannot prosper because the litany of despair appeal to the grace of God. To be contented and aspire for the generous aspect of the true and absolute faith; to romanticize suffering in the form of strength of character, the source of happiness and the fountain of blessedness. It is true, the litany was heard, and the evil may stay contented in the status quo, but cannot truly propagate on its own.

The despair was definitely brought by evil; in the suffering of most people, they were exploited enough to believe that the shortcomings of the evil merchants extend to the falsehood of thoughts that results in moral decay; it is to find an excuse to bend the philosophy of sadness. In all of the propaganda that carries with it the soul of an evil desire encapsulated by the most brutality of pride, the human dignity was desecrated in the most horrendous manner, to find no merit in the goodness of work, ever to be gloriously experienced by earning one's living, and get the fair share equal to the contribution of his own hands.

But the truth, where is it? Where are the poets who sing beautiful verses even though the world is in peril? Where is the human resolve to love without question, to hope in the goodness of life, of generous people without ulterior motives? Where are the stories that inspire, as well as the heroic deeds that triumph in the end? Where are the books that tell of prophetic wisdom in all accounts?

However, the daunting tasks will never mellow down the human desire to discover himself, to detach himself from the evil call of material loot, and to hope, that despite the danger, life is to be lived, and found, in the noblest of things.

Because no matter how they dress up the evil nature of human and worldly desire, man himself will find the strength to rise up from all the lies, to keep his composure despite the present difficulty, and to be able to thank his loving mother for bringing him into the world, that being alive, in itself, is worthy indeed.

It is love that creates life; the love of a mother was never seen with the importance it deserves, because life was never the focus of an existential lie. To live the life he is given is to treasure the world, and the reality to be gathered from the experiences that develop into true understanding of the natural things, ever evolving, yet definitely made concrete by love.

To love is already to be in a perfect state, a perfect order, where creation revolves around and reality becomes fully alive, experienced by the clarity of the human senses. The litany of despair is to testify for the litany of evil, when goodness seems to be a product of sinister presupposition.

Amen.

Exhortation

Attributed to the Philosopher of Stone

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