Talons in my head today, "opportunists" and the typical inconstancy of almost everyone, bright-red diamonds in a bucket, the day is ending as the sun falls. It's like the closing of a strange and unusual marble eye, the slumber of sympathetic sleep never embraces me. I don't like to be touched anyway, very much like many cats that prowl around late at night and on their beams, I like to be alone.
I think people enjoy the popularity of Hell rather than the boring monastic vows, books, precious books, and how most go on passing with awe at such sights, looking into store windows with mouths agape, and how I would never buy anything that I did not need. Most enjoy contaminating purity, making pristine water turn to muck and black mud, waterfalls of pulpy blood, a sickening world of rape and murder, these people feast on the flesh of the young and vulnerable, their sickening hungry eyes devouring anything innocent, the elderly are thrown away like brittle sticks into a fire pit.
I see some people and I know that they'll never reconcile with God, their hatred burns brighter than the light of their souls, they blame God, God took their mother, father, brother, their sister, their best friend, dog and cat. God took those who do not belong to you. Endure loss, I do this every single day, some days are harder than others ; there is a reason Christ carried a cross.
I will pray for you. I will pray for the entire world. Because I know deep down that there is a spark-somewhere- in almost everyone, it's there, I know how easy it is to turn to a purposeful heresy and ancient idolatry, how people get their fix via sports or entertainment, trolling on a comment board full of demons. I know how effortlessly it is to embrace a welcoming woe that endures forever. I know how each day we battle and endure loss, the mounting casualties and grim reality, I know this because today was a bad day, a terrible day, volatile fights and bickering, heated arguments and curses, if only a calming breeze could develop like one of our glowing storms in a broken jar, a fancy new rug for the house, the baking heat of summer, the quiet dust on the white pines and how in all of this, I know that salvation is self-denial and illuminated enlightenment from every lamp in life that is lit just for us.