Humans are feeble creatures. Inadequate even in the simple understanding of the great chasm between human law and cosmic law. While the learned man teaches himself to fall under cosmic law and beneath the many spheres of its infinite divinities, the feeble-minded revel in their meager attempts to recreate it. The laws of creation are beyond man’s understanding, beyond what he can fathom. Thus he becomes enthralled by his own imaginings and shadowed concepts — of what justice is presumed to be, and of what might constitute wrath, punishment, or righteousness. All of this arises only from his feeble understanding, devoid of any humility before the great cosmic unknown that rises and falls before his eyes from dawn to dusk. Man looks upon the stars and does not understand their meaning. Their purpose is unknown to him — just as his own purpose is unknown to him. Yet through their creation he has come to know of their Creator, only to dispense law as though no Creator other than himself has ever existed. As if he, in his solitude (which is misery), were all that has ever existed. Man’s law — I could spit on it. Man, who fashions himself worthy of exercising judgment over others, cannot even exercise simple power over himself and his myriad weaknesses. Therefore he holds power only over appearances. Even man’s torture is merely an appearance of fleeting and temporary dominion. The cracking of teeth, bones, and nails under devastation and duress is but a meek and feeble reimagining of what it means to wield true power and sway over being itself. Even in dispensing death — mankind’s greatest sin — we perform only the appearance of rulership over destiny and fate. Yet man can only reap the wounds of his own incompetent and illiterate choices, cast into the well of his infinite indifference, until he finds only the bitter end of the double-edged blade that is his many unknowings. Each of man’s choices is made in ignorance, or partial ignorance at best, and must be treated as such. The holy man does exactly that. When man forgets this simple truth — as he has across many decades and ages — he oversteps a lethal boundary. Imagining himself all-knowing, he finds himself in a deeper and lonelier grave. Until this realization is reached, the lessons will continue, and so shall our shared and collective pain. Confusion will emerge victorious at the end of each of man’s futile ventures toward higher morality. If man possessed any true wisdom beyond his constant excusing of his self-serving nature, his mental maneuvering, and his pretentious demagoguery — even within the theater of his so-called “courts of law” — he would end every trial with a long and sorrowful apology to God and to all of creation. For he would know that he has committed a far greater sin than any criminal who has ever sat in those halls: The dispensing of ultimate judgment without proper understanding of its many cosmic consequences, and the dispensing of punishment with a power that was never his to command — for he is both unfit and unable to wield it. Beyond the known world — which is only a fraction of all worlds, which are themselves only a fraction of *the* world — no thing is tangibly real. All is illusory. Man’s power is nothing. Nothing is truly within his grasp. Man accomplishes nothing on his own. All crumbles in his grip and slips like sand between his fingers. Whatever man touches and seeks to turn to gold inherits his sickness and decays in his very hands. Only the man who can openly admit this truth, who can brazenly confess his utter and absolute inadequacy before the glory of existence, and who puts his greatest effort forward in humble servitude to that which he has yet to understand — only he can hope to gain the blessing and favor of destiny and fate. Only then may they guide his hand into true knowing, into greater understanding, and into acts free from the sin of his own ignorance. Until that point, man shall suffer. He himself will remain the architect of his suffering. Because of him, others will suffer. His children will suffer. His chosen wife will suffer. Each generation of his offspring will inherit that suffering, be shaped by it, and even the very lines of their faces will be molded by it. Until man comes clean of his own inadequacy, his helplessness, and his inability to know and grasp the higher truth of all things, he will suffer. Man can only exist in humbleness, for he is made real only through honesty and truth. Otherwise he will disappear into the mists and fogs of his illusions, into the appearance of the reality of his troubles and tribulations — fading into non-being. Into unbecoming. Man abuses and reduces himself by kneeling to the imperfect and the incomplete. It is not fitting of man to kneel before queens and princes, nor is he obligated to serve courts and principalities that are imperfect and incomplete in their designs. Man may only serve completion. Man may seek to kneel before an empty throne. A higher and grand ideal. He may only choose to do so before the greatness of the unachievable and unknowable. Otherwise, both the man who walks and chooses, and the great path that he is on, and the grand and welcoming door-creaks of the castle at its end - all of it is an illusion. A phantom. A specter. A shadow of a shade. Until the illusion itself is shattered. And, in that same breath, made real. ![[IMG_5370.jpeg]]