Post by abraxes on Oct 21, 2024 1:43:40 GMT
The screen is filled with static, but you know what is coming. You can feel it. Like how animals can feel a disaster coming. It is a feeling that humanity has forgotten that it shares. The tremble in your bones when calamity is about to strike. We tell ourselves that we are evolved. Enlightened. That we have sentience and thought and that we are better than animals. All it does is blind us. We learned these things for a reason. To keep us safe. But we tell ourselves that we have built walls. Our homes are controlled and defended. We don’t need to listen to those feelings anymore.
We need not fear the wolf or the bear. We gather in cities of millions, with lights that never go out. Our instinct is a thing of the past. We would be right. Mostly. But the instinct is still there. We reach out to it for entertainment. To feel the adrenaline pump in our system. Especially on this most sacred of seasons. To feel alive, to feel once more like we are huddled round the fire in the dark. We no longer need to fear the cat, but there are things still in the dark that should be feared.
The face forms in the static, teeth clicking together as it stares out from the screen.
“You ask what my purpose is. You ask why I do the things that I do. To seek some understanding of my motivations. The answers are there if you but listen to the voice inside of you. I speak to all of my children. To guide and direct them. To show them the way. But so many of you close your ears to me. You press your faces into the earth and cover your head with sand. You fear what you must do, what I ask of you.
You could ask the others, for they would tell you. Nick knows what it is I seek. Nate knows what I ask. There are those who have walked into the crucibles of my teaching and come out the other side. They have glimpsed upon the light that I shine and have become wiser. Perhaps you two will do the same. Perhaps you shall stand upright from my instructions. But perhaps not. We shall see, in time.”
The face titters softly, the sound coming to an abrupt halt with the click of its teeth.
“You will not be told. Telling does not educate. You must learn, for yourselves. I must shatter your minds and break your bodies. Only then will you be prepared to glimpse the light of my love. Not before. So I bathe you in blood and in pain so that you might walk forth with my teachings. Perhaps one of you will become my new favorite. It remains to be seen. Prepare yourselves, my children.
For I am coming.”
We need not fear the wolf or the bear. We gather in cities of millions, with lights that never go out. Our instinct is a thing of the past. We would be right. Mostly. But the instinct is still there. We reach out to it for entertainment. To feel the adrenaline pump in our system. Especially on this most sacred of seasons. To feel alive, to feel once more like we are huddled round the fire in the dark. We no longer need to fear the cat, but there are things still in the dark that should be feared.
The face forms in the static, teeth clicking together as it stares out from the screen.
“You ask what my purpose is. You ask why I do the things that I do. To seek some understanding of my motivations. The answers are there if you but listen to the voice inside of you. I speak to all of my children. To guide and direct them. To show them the way. But so many of you close your ears to me. You press your faces into the earth and cover your head with sand. You fear what you must do, what I ask of you.
You could ask the others, for they would tell you. Nick knows what it is I seek. Nate knows what I ask. There are those who have walked into the crucibles of my teaching and come out the other side. They have glimpsed upon the light that I shine and have become wiser. Perhaps you two will do the same. Perhaps you shall stand upright from my instructions. But perhaps not. We shall see, in time.”
The face titters softly, the sound coming to an abrupt halt with the click of its teeth.
“You will not be told. Telling does not educate. You must learn, for yourselves. I must shatter your minds and break your bodies. Only then will you be prepared to glimpse the light of my love. Not before. So I bathe you in blood and in pain so that you might walk forth with my teachings. Perhaps one of you will become my new favorite. It remains to be seen. Prepare yourselves, my children.
For I am coming.”
Well howdy there pardner.