Now there was a young man, full of zeal and fervor, who ran with all his might throughout all the places his feet allowed him to, proclaiming and crying aloud, “DEATH TO THE WORLD!!! DEATH TO THE WORLD!!!”. And all who beheld him were shocked, and they stayed away from his path in fear. But there were some who were bold and haughty, and they laughed and captured the young man and mocked him and said, “Have you gone mad? Is it the case that you hate all whom live in the same place as you do? Even those who are innocent? Even those who have done you no wrong?”. And the young man replied, “If it is the case that I have gone mad, then it would be because of the truth I know”. And the mockers asked, “What truth?”, and the man replied, “The truth that this world gives us all that we desire. All that we want. All that we crave for. All that are the focus of our dreams. And yet, we are left with nothing. With emptiness. With despair. With despondency and a dejected disposition. How is that one attains what he wants and is yet left still unsatisfied? Why should a man strive to be successful in this world when it does not bring him the happiness he so longs for? Who should be the one to tell him this? Shall it be another or the other? Or him or her? Should it be over here or over there? Shall he tell himself? It is the case that nobody can tell him this because he will not listen. He will not accept the truth that is so evident in his heart, but yet, suppressed by his clouded reason. He does not know the truth because he closes his ears off from it. If this is the case for most men, then it is the case that no man can ever know the truth, for the sole reason of him not wanting the truth. But man still looks for the truth regardless of this. He proclaims himself to be a truth seeker, rational, logical and reasonable. Yet when he is confronted with the truth, he recoils at it. He rationalizes how this is not the truth. And then he runs from it, like a coward running from his duty to battle.
How abject is man in his fruitless endeavor for the truth? When he finds it, he runs from it. When he searches for it, he has a delusional phantasm in his mind of what it may look like, and when he sees it, he is disappointed. And he turns away from it, and looks from hither to thither and ends up nowhere. And as time goes on more and more, he progressively comes to the striking realization that truth is nowhere to be found. And he comes to the capricious conclusion that, because he can not find truth, there is no truth. Thus he says in his heart, ‘The depthful precipice of the despair that has been brought down upon my condition, does so in a cruel manner, void of any mercy and left wanting of grace. It nags me until I am forced to hear it. It belittles me until I am angry and red in the face. It makes of what used to be an honorable man, mere folly, who’s step stools are his resting place. And it is there that this crestfalleness stomps its boot on my head, the hero turned fool, and puts me on the same level as the ground I walk upon. And it is there also, that I am forced to see the truth of my folly, and realize that it is nothing but futile to do anything to change my current circumstances. That is true despair. It is then that I meet the void. And it has sucked me in, and left me with the infinite silence of meaningless nothing. Becoming louder, and louder. Until I can no longer hear even the silence that is present. And my senses fade, and I have realized that from the outset, It didn't matter anyways.’ And here he tries to take on this crestfalleness, in a noble attempt to meet the void head on, with courage and fearlessness.
But Alas! To no avail. For his intuitions and instincts betray him in his new endeavor, and he is thrown back into the despair he tried to rise above. And here, he has nowhere left to turn. Nowhere to go. No where, but the place he ran from. He reluctantly goes back to that accursed place and discovers that a mountain has been placed there, and behold! A magnanimous light, shining so brilliantly and beautifully, with the warmth of love and kindness, invites him up to the peak, and lights his path. And he climbs, and he struggles. And he doubts he can even make it up to the peak. But the lights luster, its color, its emminice, its raw beauty and power pull his soul more towards it, and forces him to continue until he makes it up to the peak, and finds that the source of the light is the Logos, The Word Of God, Jesus Christ. Standing, with a loving smile and open arms, as if he had been waiting for him all that time. And the man realizes what he’s done, and he weeps, and embraces Christ with full love and submission, and the peace and happiness he sought for so long, searching to and fro, hither and thither, was found in the same place he at first left. It is here also that the man realizes that the world he loved, gave him nothing in return, because it had nothing to give. The world only devours. It is a beast that is fueled by the capricious irrationality of man. And it has gained strength continuously. But God is above this world that seeks to devour all who wish to live antipodally to it. The world is not the earth as we think it is, but all those thoughts and passions, lusts, wants, desires, dreams, and rash beliefs that are against the source of man's true happiness, fulfillment and joy; which is the Word of God. It is here also that he realizes that modern man now, in a rather desperate attempt, tries daily to fill the infinite hole in his soul left by the infinite God they rejected. As a consequence they fail miserably to fill that hole daily as they realize their own Inadequacy. What shall we then say? Who is the real lunatic? The one who fills this infinite hole with the infinite God, or the self proclaimed reasonable one who attempts to fill the infinite hole with his own measly finite will, to no avail? But man's pride permits that he may never tell the truth of himself, so until he abandons that, he is left in a vicious cycle of self delusion, thinking he has filled the infinite hole left by God with his own minute, finite power, championing his false victory in light of his abandonment of God as a win for 'reason’. O why not as well behold the ultimate irony? Indeed, the very one who values reason above all else, abandons it in attempts to fill an infinite hole! Would not a truly reasonable person call this insanity? And rightfully so. For the man who tries to fill the infinite whole left by his abandonment of God is doing the same act as a man trying to turn night into day by lighting a measly oil lamp.
And so, my good sir, when I proclaim death, I do not proclaim or advocate for the taking of lives, especially those of the innocent. But the death of this monster that bounds us by the legs like quick sand, and influences us in all that we do. Death to all these things that fool us into thinking that they are what will bring us the happiness we crave. Death to the tools of the devil which are rooted in the world and, from their, derive power. Death to selfishness, self love, hedonism, slothfulness, vanity, gluttony, sexual and material lustfulness. Death to these vain dispositions held so dearly by modern man, that once were wrongly thought to bring one's happiness to fruition, but breed results on the contrary. Death to the irony of most of the source of our desires being as well the source of most of our miseries. Death to all of these things. Thus, DEATH TO THE WORLD!!!”, the man screamed. And those who mocked him before, did not afterwards. Some went away in silence, some stood in awe at the young man's words, wanting to hear more. Some concluded that he was crazy, but could not rid themselves of the feeling that he was telling the truth, and walked away with this feeling. The young man saw all of this, and just as he was about to leave, he said to those that were left, “Glory To God For All Things. May the Lord put this truth more into your hearts, as well as the hearts of others. Pray that their ears are as ready as their souls.”, And the young man walked away in the distance.
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