Arctic

sometimes in the morning i wake up and i think about the Almighty i feel a certain fear but also some sort of contentment because fate and free will exist not as polar opposites but as complements.

Yet another rope cut loose

Congratulations. You’ve just spun a silvery white matter. Now lie in it. Breathe in and out. Comfy, is it not? Like sleeping on clouds. I’m sure it suits your body perfectly. What could possibly go wrong with your own creation? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are, after all, unflawed.

Now look up. Sun’s a little too bright for you, isn’t it? Well that’s because last night a cherub whispered in your sleep. Wait, are you sure it wasn’t a seraph? Or, or… or Faustus. There. That makes more sense. Faustus and Mephistophilis.

And how did they incite in you… wait, let me guess. “Faith, here’s an equivocator, that could swear in both the scale against the other scale,” Alas. With such testimony, I’m sure they would’ve immediately sought you out. And I’m sorry to see that you’re flattered by it.

Hence, the vapor of comfort you lie in; “(thou) possessed of those effect for which I did (pledge an oath with him)”.

But look there, at the mists’ edge. Do you see a black spot?

Look again.

Feel the atmosphere around you. “As glooming peace this morning with it brings,” is it not?

Still can’t see it? Well, that’s fine… for now.

I just wanted to tell you that:

I know your game.

And as it goes, that little black spot will grow bigger and bigger, until it consumes you, feeds on you, suffocates you…

And you’ll realize that you’ve been lying on a tangle of web all along.

And only a fool would not know that.