++++The Truth Of Man
The human condition is one but of suffering and strife, boundless conflicts within and without; division between peoples, division as peoples.
In public performance one man will shout, "Our salvation lies here!", another retorts "No! The solution lies here" where the third scoffs with "You fools! You idiots! I know the answer! It is this!".
Neighbor and friend in appearance are the people, however appearance is 'what is' and in accordance is but fleeting in time and measure.
The people shuffle in quiet dread and depleted spirits. Days marked by sorrow and anxieties of sources both known and unknown, when held they pour from the palm as polluted water.
Running both towards and from a vision, as it is always a vision that directs the steps, however the visions multiply and conflict between brothers.
Lies spoken between and within various selves and truth remains hidden for its light would reveal to much as but vanity for the vanity is the desire and desired.
A gnawing pain resides within the mind when given face towards a deafening silence. Noise is created to stifle and the stifling gives root to more noise.
Man walks and measures and counts with great faith the measurement and counting will redeem him, the cost is always prevalent before each calculation yet ignored.
God remains silent. Judgement compounds in accords to the multiplying lines drawn.
The echoes of sins ring louder upon the passing days, the noise becomes its own quiet however the change from such path is not valued but by a mocked and persecuted few, exiles in a herd destined to be harvested.
Some cry out to the heavens, silence remains. Others bend their necks toward the stones hoping wealth and knowledge with reveal what is needed, silence remains.
By innumerable accounts all parties accuse each other of madness for the human condition is competing states of madness as each accuse the other of the lack of reason for the accusation is the identity itself in ages of screams.
Upon birth there is screaming, by death there is a moan and the continuity in between is the assertion of one over the other as superior in expression.
The good man hopes in the greater of things, the evil man hopes in the lesser of things and the peoples argue over what is greater and lesser and call that truth thus even in the midst of iniquity there are few to none who can agree what it is they are arguing for.
Division upon division, this is called wisdom across the ages and yet the act of division is rarely divided upon itself as multiplication for the desire for identity precedes the desire for fruits free of it.
The times flow, measurements rise and fall, and yet the word is ignored as but assumed without revelation of the knowing of what is assumed thus man dredges in the deep delving for treasures from a place that incinerates them, and they call this 'The Mind'.
Idols abound and with the idols slavery for the great reality is torn asundered when a part of it is raised beyond the whole. Generations cry, passing time and time again, out to their idols and yet the chains echo in the silence for the idol is the barrier placed upon what is.
They say "speak" and when speech is aroused it is condemned and upon such footing is the condemnation of the self for man rather being condemned than admitting to a wrong.
Such is the nature of the cycles of generations and what remains is the witnessing of it, as the generations itself, for the desolation is but the grounds of the awareness of 'desolation as desolation' and by it the light of distinction from which desolation ceases it's hold as all consuming.