The Balance

The balance shifts side to side.

The balance shifts side to side.

The balance shifts side to side

Until it all shifts forward…

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Right in the Face

To work for that change which redresses the balance seems madness to those whose only concern is material gain.

To make peace we must accept sorrow. The pursuit of happiness negates this process, developing inevitably into cruelty.

The highest form of happiness is love, but those who love most must often sacrifice their happiness to others, thus creating an abundance from which they’ve little care to benefit.

A dominant will is necessary for the cultivation of virtue. Strength is the base, but many fall—short—when they grasp at power.

As they fall they convince themselves they fly, which is why they realize too late that the only thing they will catch is solid earth and sour ground… right in the face.

“Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” -Lord Acton

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Eternal Recurrence

‘Twas given to me to say

That which should not be said:

Energy never ends,

We’re all dead;

Which is to say,

We were never not-alive

But never say never

Or whatever

Charm you can contrive

Against the beckoning end…

Against the end beginning again.

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Sorrow is but a Mask

You may certainly succeed but success is not victory. I only do this for pleasure, like any idler or wanderer—every wanderer is an idler, every idler a wanderer!—but the science of balance bids me make adjustments on account of the ill actions of others.

I suppose damage control is the price we must pay for the beatific vision. The consolation is that what appears as sorrow is, behind the façade, a resolute peace.

The only path to liberty is to serve the greater good rather than a higher power.

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There is no other way.

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This is not a secret but a mystery.

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In other words:

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Sorrow is but a mask,

A feint designed

To redirect

The unaligned

To their proper task

Where bypaths intersect.

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There are crossroads,

And so many doors

That open ways

To burning cores

And bright displays

And unknown modes.

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Did you think

You had it all

Figured out?

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Did you think

You had it all?

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Did you think?

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You Go ON Ahead Now…

“Speak truth to power!”

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NO.

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Speak truth.

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To separate the strong

From the weak—

Which is to say:

To separate the strong

From the powerful—

We speak truth

And let it do its work.

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When the wheel turns:

Who is crushed beneath?

Who is exhausted from climbing

Or preoccupied with running?

Who remains imprisoned in the center?

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Who is free?