The death of freedom is not ushered in with a somber requiem, but rather celebrated with all the fanfare and bellicose applause of a stadium thronged with frightened madmen.
We have seen firsthand that fear dilutes the senses, pollutes the mind, and corrupts the sensibilities of all it touches; fear, not hate, has turned man against man and led to the greatest strife and the abandonment of one’s wits.
Wisdom perceives that fear is a breeding ground for all the worst our condemned species can summon from the depths of its wretched soul.
Doubt festers, like seed, in the fertile soil of fear.
Doubts spring to life and become distrust; distrust blossoms into aversion, and aversion gains full luster ripening into hate.
But FEAR is the breeding ground; fear is the topsoil in a garden of death.
The ghettos were erected by fear, not hate. The gas chambers are a testament of fear devolving into the human need to detest the differences in others.
Human misery is fear incarnate; human suffering is the cold blanket placed atop a diseased carcass by Fear.
Despite all our perceived progress, despite our evolution and our assumed enlightenment—despite our hubris and our accolades—man has proved himself to be nothing but a wretched and savage thing!
A wretched and savage creature is fearful man.
August 26, 2021