Today, I’m Nero; Let it Burn.

It’s early in the morning and I’d like to turn on the TV. Ultimately though, that would lead to the national news and their dreaded panels or the local news where I would learn whose tractor flipped over or how the local chess team did. Other than that, it’s commercials about erectile dysfunction, Flo selling insurance or someone reminding me of how I should be feeling about an issue, which is frustrating and annoying. Keeping an opinion to yourself, is apparently a “cop out” in today’s world.

I get it though, we are in trouble. As a society, we’ve actually ground to a halt; paralyzed. The media, the people, the politicians; it’s either “this way or that”. Compromising, which used to be an act of meeting in the middle, is now seen as “giving in”; failing to get your way or “selling out” your cause. We are inundated daily with opinions and being forced to choose a side; and that side had better agree with the “popular” position or you will suffer certain backlash from their group. Well today, I’ll be Nero while Rome burns. If me not engaging in this mess matters that much, then burn baby,  burn, we’ll rebuild again tomorrow.

I don’t feel like turning on the TV or fighting with those who disagree with whatever position I have or don’t have and I definitely don’t care whether the chess team won or lost. Today, I don’t want to hear your opinion and tomorrow’s not looking too good either. However, erectile dysfunction is something to ponder, as I am getting older, so I might need to watch that commercial again.

No, I think I’ll just read a good book this morning and watch the sunrise. We’re still allowed to do that, right?



An Allegory on the Soul of Humanity

The end of our existence began with the last desperate gasp of a dying child; not as written in the ancient texts, but in silence, without even the faintest hint of a whisper. The Soul of humanity stirred and was awoken from slumber by the wretched stench of human cruelty. Borne of the Creation, and dormant to remain until the glorious twilight of Mankind, the Soul peered about the world and was heartbroken; as this was not what was meant to be. Mankind, still in it’s infancy, was thriving amidst the chaos and misery of its own creation. Once before, mankind’s presence was washed from this earthly sphere only to return having learned nothing but vengeance. But, long ago, Heaven had made a promise of which it had no intention to fail. The Soul of Humanity then foresaw the end of Mans’ reign, not by Celestial hand as foretold, but by the hand of mankind, upon itself. With great sadness, Humanities’ Soul cried out to Heaven and begged reprieve. For each human was given a blessed soul, now tortured and in pain, as humanity eagerly embraced apathy and greed. Many souls longed to leave their earthly prison and return to the calm tendered within the Gate’s of St. Peter. Heaven then opened wide the Great Book, so drawn to the page where the ancient Promise was recorded by the hand of the Almighty, and with labored sigh, sadly conceded; granting to each soul the choice of it’s destiny. The fleeing souls wept, leaving humanity to suffer it’s tragic fate while a courageous few remained behind, having decided their charge worthy. Humanity continued about it’s path towards oblivion, having failed to even noticed the loss, for it had stopped listening, long ago, to the desperate plea’s of their precious soul. Heaven then closed the Great Book and peered towards the earth, refusing to intervene further in the destructive path of Man; promising only to return, once again, when the descendent’s of Adam have destroyed themselves and the earth from within.