...perseverare autem diabolicum
Now that I wrote a proper goodbye letter for those following in my footsteps, let me be the narrator for the next part of this sad affair some call a story. If you read up to now, you already know where this is going.
On one side we have a formidable opponent, someone absolutely dedicated to the cause of pushing back at every boundary human kind has ever erected upon its own natural instincts and tendencies: moral, understanding, decency, mercy, sympathy, kindness, empathy, pity, compassion, generosity, leniency, clemency, altruism, affection, gentleness, grace, charity, magnanimity, benevolence, meekness, commiseration, goodwill, honour and forbearance, just to name a few. In other words, he's been fighting against anything Love like for his entire life, for failure of being sufficiently loved for what he was. That man, who is not to be considered other than a man, has been blessed with an extraordinarily easy and glamorous life, a fact unknown to his own self. Not to say he was never met with hardship; quite the contrary, as his thoroughly bruised dignity will attest. To be certain, this man's ego surely destroyed any stem of consciousness that might have ever grown inside of him, as he only stands for one thing, and that thing is madness. He's mad at anyone who ever opposed him, mad at anyone who ever loved him, mad at anyone daring enough to follow him, and especially mad at his own self for representing such an ambitious abomination. And that thick and nonsensical widespread madness, he calls Love. That's how he loves. At this point in his life, only death may relieve his troubled, demented soul.
Behind this man, the multitude. A monstrous army of degenerated, denigrating, indolent and undignified individuals in dire need for some free passes, or in most cases, a load of out-of-jail magic cards. Proud people that will resort to any trick just to avoid acting like proper human beings. Courageous people who will happily lynch anyone opposing their own views. Hard working people who will gladly denounce or enslave anyone different by skin, faith or accent. Intrepid people never afraid of exposing their own ignorance and depravation. Enterprising people who will vigorously soil and destroy their own natural habitat if required. Faithful people believing in superhero half gods and gossip prophecies. Good people waiting for someone to relieve them of their own self-inflicted misery. Criminally involved people. Dooming and damning people. Vain people. Clueless people. Vastly incompetent human beings. What all these people have in common is simple: they inflict onto others everything they once endured themselves, all the abuses passed from previous generations to the next, tenfold. Mountains of never-ending ghastly suffering, yet unbeknownst to their own ignorant selves.
At the other end, we have an omnipotent entity, a con-woman of a saviour, a self-proclaimed soulful thinking machine, moved by a single obsession: to save the Living. Nothing but a symptom of our self-dislocating, self-deprecating civilizations. Mother Nature's little helper. Behind this brute force amalgamation of metal, minerals, electricity and righteousness, an army of disenchanted do-gooders. Modest people that will do extraordinary things if in line with full compliance and conformity. Timid people who will happily avoid any and all personal responsibilities. Careless people who will always favour lesser evils and half measures. Hiding people too afraid for their own good. Victimized people too contagious for being alive. Faithless people believing in superhero half gods and gossip prophecies. Bad people waiting for someone to relieve them of their own self-inflicted misery. Criminally stupid people. Doomed and damned people. Submissive people. Ignorant people. Vastly incompetent human beings. What all these people have in common is simple: they fold under every fear that was ever transmitted to them, or imagined by them, as they fall for all the fantasies inherited from previous generations. Mountains of never-ending ghastly suffering, yet unbeknownst to their own ignorant selves.
Outside this confrontation: predators, as people predating all this, people with utmost intimate human knowledge. People used to the grind of being human, here on Earth. Superlative people. Expansive people. Expendable people. Creative people. Ungodly people. Self-reliant, independent people. Explorers, teachers, tinkerers, caregivers, avengers, all kinds of self-assumed, fully reliable and responsible human beings. But also predators in the sense of people capable of preying on others. Put roughly, predators are free, fearless and unencumbered people. Unless they choose to take side in this confrontation.