fallen angel, spiral reflections
to those who have a heart, this pose i a question to thee.should a friend dear you are to, have problem grave it could be,
to have painful days in a year number more than 96,
do what will you, think how would you deal?
this situation i give to you, tell me you what would you do,
to see him suffer, nought you can do,
ease his pain much you can, relieve him of it sadly unable to.
so tell again my story i will, what action do you take,
to let him eternally go, or to let him remain,
holding onto you, you unable to let go?
so stuck here i am, unable to choose,
asking your opinion fair, offer what can you,
tell me all the truths, spare him all the pain.
much thanks for listening to this tale, offer me what thou wilt.
posted by inspirethereal @ 7:04 PM
9 straight, not straightened:
compassion has its limits.
what's yours?
give me an estimate - what would your line be?
96 painful days in a year?
smells like an awwwwful long male- version of PMS.
for a man in his 20 or 30s, i'd speculate 'physical sexual frustration' to be the fundamental cause to all his painful problems.
*sigh* if only it were sexual frustration.
he's male but he ain't human.
At 9:51 PM, inspirethereal said...
give me an estimate - what would your line be?
mine would be drawn based in the proximity of Ayn Rand's philosophy.
" I swear - by my life and my love of it - that i will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. "
"My brothers in spirit, check on your virtues and on the nature of the enemies you're serving. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, your love - the endurance that carries their burdens - the generosity that responds to their cries of despair - the innocence that is unable to conceive of their evil and gives them the benefit of every doubt, refusing to condemn them without understanding and incapable of understanding such motives as theirs - the love, your love of life, which makes you believe that they are men and that they love it, too. But the world of today is the world they wanted; life is the object of their hatred. Leave them to the death they worship. In the name of your magnificent devotion to this earth, leave them, don't exhaust the greatness of your soul on achieving the triumph of the evil of theirs."
"You're guilty of a great sin ... much guiltier than they tell you, but not in the way they preach. The worst guilt is to accept an undeserved guilt - and that is what you have been doing all your life. You have been paying blackmail, not for your vices, but for your virtues. You have been willing to carry the load of an unearned punishment - and to let it grow the heavier the greater the virtues you practiced. But your virtues were those which keep men alive. Your own moral code - the one you lived by, but never stated, acknowledged or defended - was the code that preserves man's existence. If you were punished for it, what was the nature of those who punished you? Yours was the code of life. What, then, is theirs? (...) Ask yourself where their code is leading you and what it offers you as your final goal. A viler evil than to throw a man into a sacrificial furnace, is to demand that he leap in, of his own will, and that he build the furnace, besides. By their own statement, it is 'they' who need you and have nothing to offer you in return. By their own statement, you must support them because they cannot survive without you. Consider the obscenity of offering their impotence and their need - their need of 'you' - as a justification for your torture. Are you willing to accept it? Do you care to purchase - at the price of your great endurance, at the price of your agony - the satisfaction of the needs of your own destroyers?..."
"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood, running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - what would you tell him to do?"
"I... don't know. What... could he do? What would 'you' tell him?"
"To shrug."
Adapted from 'For The New Intellectual' by Ayn Rand.
since he ain't human, i'd go for quality of life, his not yours.
therein lies the line. where is the line? at what point do you say 'enough!'?
it can be simple to state 'quality of life', but it isn't easy to be judge, jury & executioner.
and yes. 'death can be lighter than a feather, faith heavier than a mountain'.
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best wishes :)
cheers mate!
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