Questions, many.

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Answers?  A few.  Enough, perhaps.

Evil.  I have heard it whispered.  If all were equal, every side justified, and no greater truth to be had, then of course.  To some.  Half, maybe more, probably more.  Powerfully.  But that is not how the world was made, it is not of the forces through which it was made, that is not how it exists.


While it is true, I do have a beast inside.  So does every single man, woman, and child.  Hungers, both righteous and not so righteous.  Even the righteous hungers that go to far, or are distracted.  None is free of the cursed blessing, blessed curse?  Call it what you will, I actually call it the holy learning curve.  The more powerful among them shall know the bitterest of shame, if they will seek to know truth.  But they must do what they must do, if only as well as fallen men may act.  It is a terrible cross to bear, for the rich, the powerful, the strong, the smart, and the wise.  It is not limited to those.  The poor whose hunger becomes craven, the ill who seek to share their infection, the lost who seek to pull others into darkness.  All blind, even to themselves, far too often.  I know.

When that hunger is released, by need or threat, for good or evil, retracting the claws and fangs, releasing the target through mercy, even after all sanity and safety has been returned, is not always possible.  Certainly not of our own even true desires.  We have proven ourselves unworthy, so Another was sent.  Even so, He did not return us to holiness, He merely showed us that there truly was such a thing, and that He could, would, guide us there, in time, if we believe.  Whole heart, soul, body, and mind...  The first of these.  Then on to your neighbor.  Who, however, truly is your neighbor?  Careful with absolute generalizations that fits your political tastes, mind you.  Especially among those who doubt all else.  No, not all men may be your neighbor.  By their fruits, it is said.  And so it is.  Even that is not absolute.  Beware the lawyer and the liar, if the two are often the same.  Give it to God, and pray for guidance, forgiveness, and... more.

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There is a reason for this, more than many may know or choose to believe.  Unicorns farting pixy dust and rainbows is not how life began, how it has and will continue to exist, and certainly not how it will end.  If even the end is not the end.  Like it or not, goodness is not gentile, merely tolerant or even sometimes tolerant at all, or any such thing.  With the sweet, bitter.  With the hope of life, the certainty of death.  As with heaven, hell.  Choices.  They will be made and they most certainly will be final, as time comes to a conclusion.  There will be, for a time, a place for those who have fallen softly, but may be saved.  Only for a time.

Of course, there is the humble, the simple, the beautiful, the charitable, the loving.  Losing sight of the other for some false notion of just the existence or hope of these others is a fools errand.  But keeping them in sight, along with the rest, is no sin.  A great blessing for those who chose to know sin, a gift.  A gift not to be abused.  All need rest.  All need peace.  Just... understand... these are moments, not full realities, not yet.  Between here and home is the muck, blood, toil, dread, weariness, and all things that teach... all that must be gone through... before reaching Home.  Take a piece of Home with you, but... don't make it your faith.  The part you can carry is of flesh and may well be lost or tarnished.  Just a reminder of both what is, and what will be, not a thing of Home pure.  And so it is with the soft and beautiful of life.  A reminder of Home, not Home itself.

Now scoot.  I have things to do.  *smile*