Entry 10 - The Man in The Mud
12/8/21
Look at that man over there, in the dirt. He has a crowd around him cheering and sneering. His humility has betrayed him now as he lays there in the mud hearing the applause of the crowd. To what actions brought him here that he must serve such actions? Was it his choices that brought him here? Choices that make free thought unavailable to others? Or do those choices matter? Actions of conditioning will help make our choices and although they are always very different do they mean the same thing. What choice do you have? The choice to laugh, or the choice to listen? Is there no further justice than reasoning behind belief? A belief that will never fail you is when you make a choice. Digging further than just right or wrong, truths and ideals, our very own heart, and our very own nature drives us.
Good will and purity are for a moment unseen in acts of violence and bloodshed, yet it is glamorized in art and expression. Perhaps this is the consequence of knowing right and wrong, good and evil, light and dark, without the understanding that something belongs beyond those horizons.
Do we hope for justice? Or do we seek out our own glory? To the streets, with the arms pointed to the skies of red fire and smoke. It falls upon us like a lingering cloud just above our heads. Then in that moment do we decide what it is right for us, and what is right for others, or in best of all hopes, best for all if it ever could be.
In knowing that such a pitfall can exist we can either take to the street or run with our own desires, only to never be seen again. When action plummets and all that has failed you is below you in the tall grass, you hang by a thread looking down into the fog, not seeing and not knowing.
So what actions do we take? Actions driven by choice. Choices carefully thought out. Not in a dimension of our own but one that is deeper and further in. If you know that you could break such a free will would you allow for it? Or would you still choose only for yourself?
All I ask is this? Does the man in the mud deserve such consequence? Or does it really matter who he is at all? All that matters is the choice that you make: To either laugh with them, or choose other than all or nothing but to look beyond the branches of opportunity and allow your actions to be met by such civil discipline.
