A Desolate Shade Without Meaning

A Desolate Shade Without Meaning

Can a man without meaning truly be called human? Since the point of birth we’d either lived for something or never began to contemplate what we lived for in the first place. Many people avoid the overcomplexity of introspection, leaving the question “What is it that I truly find valuable, what defines my existence?” until it plagues them on their deathbed. Either that or only during their midlife once everythings already been solidified through external influence do we begin to question the hollowness that emerges out of the conformed soul. Becoming mad is like a thief in the night and is inevitable if one avoids the alchemizing of their soul. First, ordinary contemplation may manifest in the time that exists between their habits. Then slowly it corrodes the mind through the barren heart, desperately grasping their attention throughout their day to day life. At this point, usually three directions in a crossroad appear. 

Ignorance- The man continues to bury his aspirations along with the bellowing of the heart's pain. Simply tossing the idea away and continuing on fulfilling desires that are not truly his own. Avoiding such confrontation will never alchemize or eliminate who you are or what it is your soul desires, it will only continue to lead you astray from God. The man who cannot think for himself lives only through the will of others, devoting himself to a meaning which is not his own, allowing for it to consume his life. These could hardly be considered anything but a husk nimbly coursing through the desert winds, subjecting themselves to the scorching of the sun. Suicide for such a mad man should not be considered an evil, even if his act of suicide harms others; the victims should only feel empathy for who is the true victim depending on the given circumstance. The conscious man cannot conceptualize the continuous torque in the madman's figure, he is simply there, a servant to anyone but himself. He is nothing but a corpse upright, a star inconceivably far away. Many embody this archetype unconsciously, however they have the potential to discover its nature and metamorphose into the next generalizations regarding man. This is not to say they cannot transform themselves, many people of this nature have the greatest potential of alignment if they listen to their soul. Only once the ignorant man tastes the fruits of righteous consciousness can he become a saint.

The Prejudiced- This is hardly different from the ignorant man, only he lives forever influenced by preconceived ideologies rather than by his environment. His lack of consciousness could also be considered analogous to the ignorant. The prejudiced does not allow any other ideas to sprout in their stronghold of ignorance. Forever abiding oneself to the notions of conformity and their parents, they become inhuman in their lack of individuality. Lacking the ability to think for themselves, they subdue themselves to the following of other thinkers who claim to be great. However they are not great, they too may lack inner prophecy, for there is a difference between regurgitation and recreation. Many proclaim to be intelligent due to their crystalized intelligence, and sure, for many they can be considered to be so due to familiar indoctrination. But upon this realization that they know of everything but themselves, who do they become other than a book? One that is to be read, copied and pasted into the consciousness of another human. The idea that we are simply products of our environment is true only for the man who cannot build using the knowledge obtained by his environment. What good is a bricklayer who only blabbers about construction if he is too mentally weak to live out what he preaches. He is a false prophet. He is nothing but an amalgamated byproduct of the sociological hivemind-like notions of society. He is not his own. 

The Weak- In action, the weak man is no different than the former. The preceding ignorance of his longing heart may sprout concepts of fulfillment and aspiration in his mind. He may understand what he finds to be valuable, however he continues to panoptically bind himself. Restricted through the illusion of restraint and punishment from his surroundings he refuses to pursue his fulfillment because of the temporary inconvenience that may follow. The strong cannot comprehend how the emotionally empowered weak man refuses to take the first step. Though, nobody can blame the weak man; diving head first into the abyss is far from rational and without thorough contemplation it can be devastating. However, if one does not actively pursue their fulfillment, whether that be slowly or obsessively, they will remain in a state of identity crisis and fall to the alluring inertia of the ignorant. The weak man is like the unfortunate. They are old even in youth for they cannot move their astral limbs towards a state of fulfillment. They do not know that time will pass anyways and like the ignorant man, their punishment will manifest near their physical end.

The Irrational- Irrationality should not always be accompanied by the stigma that has been built around it. Being irrational in this case is only seen as such through the eyes of the observer. The mad man understands his calling and what constitutes his fulfillment, he sees past prejudice, refuses to submit to ignorance and is so obsessively in love that he drops all panopticism measures. He is absurd. Mad in his rebellion against the natural inclination of suicide and even more so in his pursuit of what is valuable. Nobody can truly understand divine gnosis like the prophet who receives it. This man will dance and live unobstructed by harmful societal standards, and continue to build on ones which further his alignment with the soul. The prophet is the apotheosis of man in his irrationality, he is what it means to live.

Many people live with the least expenditure of thought possible, casting aside the seemingly irrelevant cries of the souls misalignment in favor of convention. Even if one pushes through the apparent hardships of intelligence, its fruit is usually allocated to what serves the next objective. One which is only valuable through the eyes of the producer rather than the unconscious supporter, and serves no purpose of guiding one towards what is deemed as valuable. This is why if one was to live, it must be done radically. Rebellious in every step of their wake and confident in their rippling towards fulfillment. Despite life's absurdity, it is even more absurd to constitute a fulfillment that is separate from those around them. If one is to truly taste the honey that seeps out the fissure of the earth's surface, one must be able to differentiate it between the hell that humanity's majority is persuaded to fall in.