The words of wise men, they illuminate our lives like the sun with their own brilliance. Please, listen closely to this stirring lesson: (Black:) This is your enemy. That is your enemy. This is, without doubt, your enemy. The enemy of the people is your enemy as well. Ahh, but do you not yet see that this is the answer that words from those who look without seeing? Perhaps that is the real enemy. Lazy, lazy, lazy. You will never meet your enemy. You will never really live. Enemies no longer charge out in helmet and armour as in days of old. Nowadays they use slide-rules, advanced mathematics, and data to make their calculations. And yet somehow this sort of enemy does not stir my heart. You fear that upon seizing them that youll find that youve grabbed a decoy or perhaps even an ally. No, the enemy I seek is not to be sought, lest we find ourselves surrounded. No, the enemy Im waiting for - the enemy is not to be awaited lest it violate us. No, but one day we will come upon each other. And for that day all of my faculties will be ready to meet him: my claws and teeth, my ears and hands, my being will be ready for battle. When I can call him enemy at last. When I can call him my enemy at last, I believe that chance will come. White: I hear that many souls will be consumed within the great pilgrimage. Are you that darkness? Black: Am I that darkness? I see, is that why there is an emptiness inside me? White: I beg you, spare the people. Black: Such a strange thing to say. To return balance to the world of their own free will they gathered at the table of the sun and offered their souls to be devoured. White: Nevertheless, they arent there for you to eat. Black: You do not understand this loneliness that I feel? This is the meeting I have been waiting all my life: my first, my final enemy. Now it is your turn, fill this emptiness inside of me. Tell me what I am. Try it, give me a name.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 10:54:10 +0000
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