Mental processes so deep, bathing alone at the bottom of the ocean, like a baby before his mother ruined him; a book before itβs opened; right yesterday, wrong today; fundamental, primary, calm before a tragedy, simple before complexity; knowing the first step may be wrong in the pursuit of intent, but living easy in the fragile consequence of decision where coherence need not beg permission to venture forth into bemused oration, the stimulation of provoking thought and triumphant rejection of legalisms cleverly stated to establish the guilt of an innocent
Underneath the deluge of our impending life our fears seek sanctuary within the mind or is it a place to avoid leaving no room for kindness which must take refuge; we want the right to make a statement without fear for do they have any concept of our problems; but I do want to understand; justice was always known but only as it pertained to me; but though I thought about transcending difficulties it was something only about myself instead that of others; I only wanted to live within the justification of my happiness
If I were your lover could you learn from me or live knowing that I disagreed with you on something so vital to you; could you believe that my silence does not conspire against you but instead is my journey towards sanity as I must work things out without further intervention by the interests of someone who may or may not feel agreeable with the musty smells of the books that line the walls of my mind; could you allow me to contend with the past even though everyone else has decided to move on with their lives?
Are you the type who would follow the law no matter how far it may stretch your heart; but if allowed to make your statement would you know why you uphold what corrupt men decided was just; I wonder if the ground upon which you walk is worthy of my worship when it is not the ground upon which I lay but instead upon your good graces that I must beg, otherwise I might change my mind about what is just and what is merely expedient
To be responsible for your actions without regard to ambition or wealth; you may choose the direction; you may change the direction; it is your choice alone; or you may delude yourself of what is right in the name of your own greatness; that anonymity and a humble life is somehow the same as prison; what we have done is to make someone feel insignificant for honoring the most significant virtues we all stand for, truth and justice; yet it is true that truth need no representation from a skilled jurist as even a child can know what his own eyes have witnessed; but would it be altered by the times in which he lived or would logic destroy his small mind and bend it so that he may be reduced to choosing between nightfall or a shadow
Would it occur to you in time or is it wise to learn from another to know what is true, but if you wait until your own goodness or awareness of anotherβs pain reveals itself to you may be too late; it may be that you cannot cross the river so while you wait on the evil side you must know how to recognize the good that must live while it too waits for the promised land
Do you know wrong to be wrong without exoneration when compared to greater wrongs; would you argue against guilt if they spoke in favor of that in which you believe; who would be willing to tell the truth knowing their life will be examined thoroughly; but you must bring it forward, to endure the indignity of a merciless soul search; reason exists solely to defend against depth that would bury the truth; what way of life would ignore these things; it is the life of fear that makes us choose the wrong things in the hope that good exists somewhere underneath the crushing weight of the light to which one day we will surface