| #1 | |
|
|
The drive of the beast converges on a general
conclusion. When they see that you're headed that way, the parasites join the wagon selling raffle tickets over your tombstone. But when you crucify your inner beast, you discover that's all it was, and you see who was in your corner rooting, "Kill him! Kill him!" My beast did die, after all, or at least it's irreversibly restrained, and you see the true colors behind seriously good intentions. This is the start, and it was a dead end for them, just like I've encountered some dead ends myself. You may wonder where they will go now, after years of effort gone to naught. The brighter side of purpose is not my specialty. |