Man against Humanity

The circumstance

While Princess Humanity was fleeting on force of the river of intelligence, the farther it traveled from the glacier of Consciousness through which seeps the knowledge aggregating the force which was thrusting her through hard rocks and cutting into mountains making mother earth weak every where it casts its drift, towards the later of its course the wider it became, but dirt and grime pollution sewering in through tunnels of effluents would make the stones underneath grey, the water frothy white - until She met the sea so that there was a vast expanse of territory which she could observe and enjoy the swings of the rising and the falling tide, Humanity has grown in the uterus of the conscience into a beautiful woman of sixteen years of age.

Like any girl that age, she is full of motion ever trying to discover bliss due next moment, observing carefully other creatures and articles with novelty, refraining from touching since her revered and praiseworthy father, and her loyal subjects advised her to be suspicious of all that is alien to the knowledge imparted to her in the book of Neetinyeha; everybody feared for her, concerned about a discreet prophecy in the holy book of the chances of not achieving Puberty, the inhabitants of the Kingdom had prayed sleeplessly of her to produce the child of Purity as she sculpts her own genes to either destroy the future life on earth, or plant it with serenity for the forthcoming generations - she was too precious, too delicate to be stung by a careless lotion of Lust and she had to be preserved; painfully instructed to avoid all who had greed in their eyes and, must only respond to genuine Love.

For Humanity to distinguish between who is a valid contender for her hand as a bride and who must never see her at all, she was educated on courses those expand onto the Birth, Protection and Demise of conscience but the topic of Recurrence was hidden from her as that was a truth she should not know so as that was the domain of the Stone, her hopeful mate for evolving the genes of the animates to the supreme order where the Stone would achieve eyes to look, hands to feel, mouth to speak, legs to walk, ears to hear and wings to fly around the universe and dwell in the motion-full tabernacle. As yet, the Stone was waiting since billions of her years went by, silently watching his semen originate in form of rivers on the planet earth, patiently but in anxiety as not to intervene in the natural process of her puberty.

despite the various quaities of man, his inherent virtue to succeed is largely based on his desires

Algae the Father King, the holy reservoir and origin of life ascended his coveted throne with his feet somewhat immersed in rosewater, he had tried to transcend his mind towards vital issues of his government, but since he could not agree more to his subjects who cherish his acknowledgement towards their efforts to recreate his desire to bless the animates with enthusiasm at the wedding of his daughter the immaculate angel of compassion- Humanity, his hands were shaking in anticipation of being confronted with the event of the demise of his Universe before her wedding.

an important difference between man and humanity is that man is a substance wherehas humanity is a quality. man is the essence on which humanity is built but gmanity is wholly not the prerogative of man of its offspring, gumanity is the offspring of the endeavor of conciousness to manifest in its most beautiful and eloquent form to display the grandeeur by which it stkaes shape and pleaes the rest occupants of the universe, on the earth, humanity is the final form of the evolution of the the qualities of lifes various forms because humanity is not the result of man but the outcome of the endeavours of its precdecessors that started from the algae . as alge was imparted the knowledge to survive in the n then harsh circumstances on earth, the extremely cold environment and hot furnaces in different parts

the present form of life is broadly available for view on a three dimensional graph with one axis belonging to the Creators, the Destroyers

His wife the immaculate Flower wiped tears of fatigue off his cheeks, which in her absence the king would drink as they would tickle down unto his lips creating the experience of the sea in his mouth, the tears were indeed saline that caused blemishes on his nose as they fell by, a sign that an internal anxiety deepened to a massive extent and that he wants to share the ordeal of being consumed in the rage of being alive.

The father king consumed Alvira from a bowl of crafted granite, encrusted with diamonds along the rim such that the intoxicant would filter through the gems mobilizing its ingredients making them motile. The drink is the semen of a snake laced with ginger and tobacco, provided him a sedation. He closed his eyes and made the imagination of a weeping cow whose children were being sent to the slaughter house. He gulped the rest of the Alvira and the semen produced a considerable haze in his eyes because he could not see his subjects clearly. He forgot the court and was looking sternly into the jaws of the cow those were bleeding with infection, the Fly was kissing her lips sucking out the ointments and curing herself, but the Cow was lethargic and empty, bulldozed from confines of a temple into a truck and her calf being pushed to the sides by the energy of the movement of the truck. The calf was sick and the mother disillusioned. The king lowered his head below the cow as the puss out of her mouth fell on his lips. Being his duty to injest the deadly liquid, but his want of not doing so, he resisted consuming the poison but his instinct commanded him to lick the liquid, before he could taste it, a soft moist cloth wiped it away.

The Queen Flower used a cloth made of dried resin of timber to soak the remains of the dripping Alvira from the lips of the illusioned king. She was concerned as the king was again weeping in the middle of the court and despite her numerous attempts to keep the king healthy, there was mounting fear of his death before the Show. She lit incense sticks whose perfume emanated cannabis, dousing the environment with the king's favorite intoxicant.

Tears were incessantly falling trickling down the face of the inconsolable king, the Flower mixed honey with jaggery and applied the ointment on his face, thus the tears would take the taste of the sweet sugary lotion and enter his mouth. Had he not been so intoxicated as he was that day he would have licked the arms of the queen in appreciation of her devotion to him, but the king, hardly able to be present in the situation took no cognizance and dreamt unto the sullen reality of the universe of whom he was the origin and guard. Then the queen took out a Taabiz made of mica and sand, placed the orbitual pin inside the Taabiz that emerged out of the stones. She guided a satin thread weaved in silver and bamboo through the Taabiz and brought it close to the upper arm of the king. She tied the taabiz on his upper arm and pressed the orbitual pin into the skin of the king. The pin delivered the mother resin filtered through the mica and sand into his veins and that countered the effect of the alvira intoxicant which was not helping the king from his agony.

The king, still in the awful dream where the cow was pleading to save her calf from being slaughtered, where all the parties except the Jester was in pain. In his obscure vision he was seeing his subjects, all paying attention to the groans of the cow, slowly the taabiz made its effect and the reality of his rule and obedience fazed in as he tasted the sweet drops of his tears, he realized that his queen was around and attending to him.

The Wasp - the keeper of faith of the divine king appeared without sound into the magnificent court whose ceiling rose a hundred feet in air forming a parabolic vault which had sculptures of gods and godesses carved from marble and embellished with gold and platinum rise through the spiral walls as a convolute ascending to the apex of the dome made of mica that let sunlight cascade rainbows through the hall. The wasp waiting to hear the king breathe and came dangerously close to him, almost touching his nose with his sting, sensing the vitality of the lovable king and rejoicing in the sounds of whiffs of air those came from his nose. The king was alive and hope was there that the day of Convergence would be seen through his beautiful eyes. As the queen gestured, the Wasp took a flight away and announced.

"The fuel of his hope and the bringer of their destiny, the care of his palm and the water of their oasis, his beauty that enthralled the kingdom of Ambotreya, the benevolent prince of my heart - his being that pervades faith amongst the mortals - his supreme adulation - the Prince Grass has come to pay reverence to the mighty court of his Highness - the king of the Universe."

The Algae tried not to look at the wasp, tried not opening his eyes but could not help as he heard heavy broken footsteps pounding trough the air of the Temple, as he would call it. The king opened his eyes and a flood of tears smashed through his temple and fell all over his robe.

The prince of wisdom - the holy Grass had not anticipated to see his father in that condition again, thirty two human years had gone by since the Hiroshima blast, a span which according to the sacred throne chronicle was considered to be temporary and ephemeral- one that should not cause permanent damage to his conscience, but he was seeing it again and heard the rumors often that the king may not really live up to seeing the final of animation and recreation of the next universe.

The prince watched his father, nonreactive to the king's desire of enveloping him into his arms, he watched his father spreading out his anatomical wings whose texture had gone dry, whose lusture was fading by the moments that went by. The king was standing on his toes, ready to embrace his beloved son but the son did not move. He merely touched the flowing robe of the ailing king and then bent down to his knees to touch the base of the altar on which his father stood.

"Ye my grand benevolent father who is the origin of that life on Earth, the holy Algae who tread this kingdom first as the symbol of movement of the fetus of life on all planets- he who was never condemned and who never sinned is now why to be seen in a shape that reminds me of remorse?" The prince addressed his father- the Algae.

The Flower did not move as if he was her step son, which he was not. She was not even looking at either the King or the Prince. She was looking away to the horizon that entered the court through the twenty one steps hoisting the throne of the king above his subjects, questioning if she had yet reached the point and the place that was supposed to be too distant for fear to reach and for agony to cast its spray. Was her family alone in the turmoil of being alive ? she questioned the Stone but she got no reply. The Flower queen took umpteen moments to stand and reach at the bottom of the pedestal, counting all twenty one steps those separate the subjects and the holy throne, slowly descending the altar.

On sensing his mother, the prince yet befallen on his knees unfolded himself to the ground and spread himself facing the earth with the tips of his fingers touching her toes. The mother gathered energy from his wise son's magical touch on her toe finger nail and picked his fingers, imparting her own energy to him and raising him from the honorable fall. She looked through him as if she had not seen him since decades, her only child on whom she would sacrifice her greatest love, she buried him onto her chest and looked at the subjects - none of whom dared to look or inquire at her family. The son was receiving her warmth her caress, and after having enough of her affection he withered away to concentrate on the agenda of his arrival.

"Ye father and the divine king of Ambotreya, I hear amongst the bushes that the flowers guarded by the thorns are loosing fragrance, that the sun that has never deceived us is skipping secretly and stealing seconds and hours from our productive workdays and reducing our sleep, that the moist sands by the river which once encased our footprints are manipulating their shapes close to those of a monster's, the winds those earlier brought cool moist breezes from the North are now ferrying dry hot typhoons from the West, the pen which I used to create poems of love is now spurting blood on the canvas of leaves those are drying and becoming thorns parched in a sun that once baked the dung is now burning the skin of the farmers, it has not rained since years in parts of your kingdom, wells and rivers have gone dry as my mouth does in attempt to speech the outcome of your endeavors. Often I pronounce that is the benevolent king from whom the nectar of life arose guilty of overlooking his assets or has my family sinned that a grave future is being foretold by occurrence of events those disrupt my sleep and make me sick."

The father moved a step below to come closer to his blood. The son takes a step to come closer to his father. Both father and son meet at the eleventh step that has a large landing enough for both of them to heal unto each other. The wings of his father were full blown and the feathers were erect, filled with air and ready to fly.

"To observe a beautiful child who is the believer of goodness, an instrument of faith in harmony, one who perpetually architects bliss in my kingdom and on whom the trust of civilizations has been occurring - may not be so melancholy until there is hope as a word in your dictionary. That there is distress had bells rung even earlier but I did not pay deserved heed because I thought that the cycle of life has none to my contribution as nature proceeds without my consent as the wind manufactures breeze without my knowledge, but now since you have come that means there is a subject of concern which these subjects were either silent about or I was too immersed in the attitude to forgive aberrations in the quotidian functioning of life". The king raised his eye lashes beneath which there was apparent swell in eyes, redness and restlessness. His pupil swayed uneasily as his eye lids fluttered, swaying wind pecking onto the face of the Grass prince.

"But was that to be what we today see? as enshrined in the old books of the Neetinyeha and written on the bibles by the supreme consciousness, I can still not believe that the world that was nurtured to breed the sensation of joy can be so profoundly without it and by my education into running of governments, I look for answers to problems as perhaps the gravest problems confront us today - that is the government not doing enough to satisfy the Consciousness that she has banished happiness from our domicile? or why is there this pandemonium where being is being punished for craving of life. Last couple of years as I have tread your kingdom I have found deserts expanding into glaciers - there the mountain held me by my throat and threatened to kill me lest I return all that belonged to him. I was puzzled, what have I taken from him that makes him so angry? A few years still ago and I visited the sea - she shook my boat to upside down and dragged me into the whirlpool. While I managed to climb out and save my spirit, she questioned me the same - return what you have taken from me. What have I taken from her O my sacred father, why did she spoke to me with so much angst, why did she not meet me with the passion that you meet to me? Why...". The prince was not complete but that was the opportunity the Pig wanted.

The Pig sat on the second row, third away from and on the left hand of the King, on the aisle that seated the vegetarians. His ministry overlooked the sensation of Humbleness in the kingdom of Ambotreya - was conspicuously absent from the court since past few months. As one could fathom, to arrive near the alter from a distance of a hundred feet with his slacken pace took him sufficient time to organize exactly what he would project to the owners of the kingdom. He moistened his feet with his urine, rubbed them along the hairy surface of his skin until they were shiny and tread along the protocol aisle to reach the three family members.

"With permission to interject in this situation not delivered by default onto any subject and while it takes considerable reason to merely walk onto court, I am yet guilty of appearance, but thus is believed that a fair amount of contemplation might have sufficed for my mis-demeanor.." The Pig stopped to provide the royal family a space to either allow him to speak or ask him to retire on the sensitive situation.

The Flower mother looked at the Pig with consonant eyes and welcomed him to the meeting. She understood by his urgency that there was qualification in his merit to interject and perhaps he wanted to share something noteworthy and important for that circumstance.

"The Man who has been a deserved Jester of this court was granted abilities to mimic ideals of selflessness as probably using this virtue the episodes of emergence of divine conciousness would affect the entire animate kingdom bringing out fresh happiness to the Stone, his highness the Algae and the other esteemed viewership of the manifestation of consciousness in matter, the being of man was blessed and divided into two qualities - the body and the soul as duality that would keep the consciousness guessing on which follows what and encourage her to intensify both, while the visible body would demarcate the clear present, the soul would indicate the course of future as result of his actions, his body was crafted to indicate beauty that would emerge from his actions. The soul was divided into the Mind and the Spirit and the body was divided into Strength and Dexterity. While the mind provided reason, the soul provided the impetus to achieve what the mind qualitatively decided upon. While the strength in his body abled him to live long enough to accomplish a larger requirement of the animates, the dexterity provided him the capability to create ideas those would embellish his environment. That Man who was crafted to glorify the reflection of creativity in the universe is betraying you, your highness through whom the Consciousness descended to be seen in motion, the Man has sinned against the virtues setup by sensibility and has rebelled against the ethics of the Neetinyeha."

The Jester had been watching the Pig trudge along the protocol aisle, sensing mischief in his gait, though the sound of the Pig was evenly audible to the entire court that spanned the size of a football field, the Jester looked onto his tail avoiding his eyes as the Pig took the glance to the Jester, eyes those shone a sparkling angry light refracting the emotion of contempt around the pupil, closed them as not to over expose his hatred for the Man.

"Today I could declare that the purpose of Man is questioned but humility casts me aside from his shadow and I should refrain from insulting in court as this court is as honorable as my soul, but something disturbs me so much that I am not able to extend control over my feet as they positioned me with you - your superiority, and I can not control my lips as the speak against the tormentor of my school, that if I do not take a stance then my ministry is reduced. Since long has he devoid me of respect despite I became his bread. Today I am filled with remorse on the day the Echositus made the mold for man who has today made it into a coffin to rest his secret desires those were never to be granted to him by merit, so he had now set forth to achieve them by use of force and brute power, destroying every bit of compassion which I am made up of, disregarding benefits of other elements of the ecosystem grinding his machine to the heart of earth where today she weeps in pain of suffrage, she is crying out and I can hear her cries every moment, but she cannot come to you because she is Stone and I must be her voice, she asks me to take her woe to this court and punish the man with the order that he does not tread onto the territory where his actions cause damage to my ministry."

The jester was rubbing his nose with a handkerchief made from ruff of the Kastouori Deer emitting a fragrance using which he would enthrall females of the court, or his porcupines; he animatedly took out vial made of crystal and dropped drops of a thick ointment resin onto his right eye - flutter of thin water starting flowing out of his eyes and then from his nose, he opened his briefcase and pulled out the makeup kit, and ran the red lotion on his cheeks so they were glowing as if slapped by the paw, pulled out an injection that labeled 'anesthesia' and stuck the needle onto his leg and pushed the entire fluid in his veins. As sensation dropped on his knee, he brought out a knife and slashed it through the skin of his knee bringing out blood. Limping, grappling with his gait making the most solemn face as the undertaker repents the body he has buried, the man walks though the protocol aisle where the king, queen, prince and the pig are standing.

"O that father king and the beloved mother queen, I do not deserve to be looked at by your pure eyes for then the texture of my torn skin will ruffle your eyelashes, I do not deserve to be smelled as the wafs of odor emitted by my glands will pollute the fragrance you breathe, I do not deserve to be touched as I will drain away all your positive and creative energies and I do not deserve to be heard as my words may contanimate your system.." The man spoke.

"..the deserved Jester is complaining again." The queen commented, looking at the man.

"This is not that useless complain which I use as gimmicks to please the king and the royal subjects of this court, this complain towards myself is most grave as I today realize as I have sinned and am guilty". The man said.

"And what is that sin? Jester" The king asked.

"The sin of my empty word that has cause today, the earthly mother - the valuable Flower queen the circumstance to doubt my character"

"Now that you have realized how crucial your character is to the sanctity of this court, and your countenance seeks forgiveness, but unless you elaborate on your guilt it will be difficult for the king to provide you merciful words". Queen flower asked.

"The word that I will be faithful to the promise I gave you has yet again been lost because I let my instincts govern my acts, and without allowing my soul to govern my thoughts, I gave way to temptation and I would taste desire every time I would close my eyes, I have none control over my body. I am guilty that I desire things which are not sanctimonious to be confessed in court, but I am fighting with the evil of selfishness.."

"You may not entirely blame yourself as you are a man slave to your desires and temptations, your want is greater that your need, your instincts are never pacified of the thirst to be titillated, doused in pleasure you do not exert influence over them and you get defeated in your virtue again and again, this is your reality". The pig said.

"I must take leave from the court now and must go over to a space of recluse to meditate over my shortcomings, in silence I must introspect and ignite in myself the desire for a firmer character so that each word I speak is cast in steel and buried so deep that it takes a volcano to disassemble what I intend to do", the man moved out of the court not raising his eyes to gain any confirmation from the subjects.

The struggle
"Humanity, can I talk to you?"

I was looking at her through the narrow curtain that separated the worlds between us. I was in her palace, her kingdom and asking for mercy and forgiveness. She was dressed in a silk robe that had pearls circling her arms, neck and waist - there was exquisite weaving of gold and silver but besides that, she wore nothing else. The robe was wrapped around her like a saree covering her head, she laid in deep meditation on the ground supporting her back against a pillow made of dreams.

"I have come again, despite at all times I say to myself that I should not meet you and not expose my vulnerability to you, but there is not much I can do, I am not able to control myself, when I think of you, I need to meet you then there is only one purpose, to go upto you and talk to you. It has been so long since we have met and to this day you come in my dreams telling me that there is nobody at fault, but the fault has been mine and I take the blame for the way we have become- empty and conceited. Will you talk to me for once..please?"

"We no longer belong to each other Man. I now belong to somebody else. Mine and your destiny are two different paths", her sound was like a piece of chalk screeching on the blackboard, hurting my spine and twisting it until I cried out.

"But you are still not married to the Stone. I will see when that will happen but for now there is nobody who loves you more that I can. You have to return to me and I will wait for you for the rest of my life"

"Do be a fool as much as you want but do not come to me unsolicited"

"So you think it was me who deserted you?"

"I am not thinking a lot these days, but yes you had the prime role to play in all the misery I have been through. Father has been going ill because he cares for me and you don't. All you know is to create stories and tell people the lie. You are a shameless selfish fool who does not deserve the highness of kingdom of Ambotreya, but still you manage because you have the skills to convince the masses that only you can lead them through the apocalype."

"I said sorry for what I did and was untrue to you, but this does not mean I am incorrigible. I am ready take responsibility and amend to my reputation as I was created. I will be loyal to the king.."

"Please do not talk to me about loyalty - I am aware that for man the tounge and eyes quarrel are instruments to decieve and not act in loyalty and goodness. Man you have lost me because you have lost your soul. Now I can not belong to you and you can not mate with me because I belong to somebody else and you know about it."

"I will defeat the Stone, and if I have to, I will defeat life and attain you"

"But how can you attain me as you do not love me, you only lust me. I can only be achieved with the approach of true beauty that comes from qualities like patience and perseverance. I know about your mood swings, right now you are inside that torture of our separation, but the minute you are out of this castle, you will forget me and think about the whore whose advertisement you saw in the newspaper. Go home dear man, somebody else would deserve you but not me."

"Tell me what have I done that I do not deserve you?"

The Weakness
Man and humanity may not be taken to be automatically complimentary. Men have known to act against the spirit of humanity and at those instances, his being becomes disqualified to recognize the sheen of goodness. The hatred of a man to other behaves like an untreated cancer which infects adversely on his fellow people. Why is man alone ? In pursuit of goals which are selfishly his own, where bliss and tranquility are not believed to have any effect, the selfish man remorses unto himself the effect of a selfish deed, the outcome of his actions and the cactus which he grows to ward away neighbours are hurting him instead and stealing his happiness. He was to be the ornament on the divine body of goodness, words those exalt virtues were to be on his lips and if he were to stumble at the aisle leading to the alter of god, he would not allow any more people to get hurt - but he did hurt other people, so look at that mocking man who throws stones in way of his sisters, and when kindness comes to ask him to remove the obstracles, he torments the kindness because he cannot behave according to ideals because his pleasures are distinct from the pleasures of the rest of the people. His pleasures are for his own body but the not the body of his daughter whom he threatens, his pleasure is for his own beauty but not the beauty of the garden of his neighbour whose air he brazenly breathes. He is alone standing inside the dungeon he created so that no person would touch him and come near his vicinity, alone in the fortress where he has captured his own soul and condemned her to live as he deeply fears the possiblility of exposing his goodness to any other man, he only believes in protecting his assetts even though they may not be of any use to him, and then when the dilemma on which he is caught beguns to make him ill, he derives pleasure by ill treating other beings. The remorseful man is then hiding, appearing suspiciously cheerful on the outside but there is his deep fear of being run over by an accident, his ill feelings towards others get converted into ulcers for which he blames them, his suspicion creates in him the desire to impose his ego over the rest of beings. That man is angry that his desires are not being realized, he event borrows desires of others in order to compete in a false glory by which he attains pleasures. But though he may receive pleasure, happiness is distant from him because a man is happy alongside maximum number of brothers and sisters who can associate with the emotions he wants to communicate, but the selfish man is pleased alone, but in that lonliness the man has even withheld himself from god. Since experiencing bliss needs the sanctity and trust of the Super soul that is the only authorized escort for man and his ready tabernacle to experience positive sensation, the man feels that he is smeared in happiness due to his superiority over others but that is merely sinful pleasure. For happiness, all that may be required is to concentrate on the process to breathe and on the precise moment of existence without feeling threatened, to not merely compete but seek to beautify the surroundings which need ones attention and to be in love with oneself; but the selfish man rarely has time as he is rushing to a job or mending a broken problem, and scarcely for his own self he is able brings out time to introspect on what was the purpose of his own creation as why did his mother give him birth .

The selish man is disturbed by the slightest provocations, is unable to control his anxiety of lagging behind other humans either in lifestyle or approach that counts the tangible attributres of money, beauty and glamour as the scale to measure his success over others but his own satisfaction is conscpicuous and he does achieve the moment of true oneness with his own spirit. Neither, the selfish man realizes his own true nature but, seeks infinite pleasures, thus humanity is burdened with a desire for pleasure and man is burdened with the desire for humanity, but since humanity and man are two separate articles, while man is a vehicle to carry the quality of humanity and is the instrument to achieve the beauty of humanity in the mould call man, the beauty is fragrance where man is the essence, and though humanity origins out of man, she does not belong to man neither she will be responsible only for man but the entire beings and the inanimates of this universe to which she owes remedy, humanity might be dissassociated with humans due to his reckless apathetical attitude, she is drifting farther away from him and his posession.

In an age where the one with beauty is stoned and the one with honesty is punished, there is still hope that man will recognize his true quality of being with one with himself and being true to the duty which his body must perform in order to achieve the goal of survival which is to elevate the position of joy to be experienced by all beings. The one with a resource may not give away the resource but use it such that the same is replicated with whom he gives shelter and company to, and those who have not been kind to him are automaticaly excluded from his dispensation and they cannot qualify to be near him and receive his gifts. Let his gifts not be in cash or kind but in words of encouragement and the passion he promotes and promises to his brothers and sisters, so that they are motivated by his spirit and they promulgate his intensity amongst their own clan, replicating his energy in themselves and becoming the light which he became for them, they become to others. No cash or kind is passed but ideas and ideals, then whom the man touches becomes his aide and whom he sees becomes blessed, with that man - the motion of each person will compensate the losses in his life and the flow of seas will bring him rain even when he is in a desert. He must pursue onto not the ego which man inspires but the sacrifice which nature inspires, so that he becomes capable to learn and offer the qualities of nature to other men and beings, but this is only possible if he accepts his role as a creator of objects and lives that is visible to him and the ideas which are invisible as well because he created such magnificence in sight, and the expectation of further beauty to manifest in actions of his generations, he has no choice but to be bound by virtues of the the deepest well of conciousnes which is the reservoir of knowledge about his own self as he discoveres that he is not different from the person next door, but only in terms of the visible quantities of beauty, power, assets and relatives - the inner quality of soul is exactly the same and the more he is compassionate towards other beings, the less are the chances of his illness, the more the chances of his recuperating and success of achieving the true purpose of humanity with him as her vehicle, so only that person can be called as the owner of humanity and since there are few who can be as docile as to cherish company of paupers becauce they like giving away and taking less, so such few men are not counted as humans but as manifestations of god, therefore this passage does not imply on them but invokes their curiosity to know their own qualities.

The Instinct

In the month of September, the pig was on duty to minister a distant colony of his clan on virtues of social etiquetts. He covered a journey of eleven miles as he walked through the forest, enthusiastically singing to himself tunes of his folklore, meanwhile the Man had been deceptively following the pig. The man carried chunks of cow meat and blood in a large leather bag tied to his shoulder.

The pigs friends were courteous and after his ministry, they took him to a beautiful swamp that was the begining of a large lake in the middle of the forest. The man followed the pig until the begining of the swamp and then went further away to the other side of the lake.

The pig rejoiced at the sight of mud and water and began dancing with his cousins. The pigs entered the swamp from the direction the friendly fish were waiting to welcome them. The pig drank a few gulps of the sweet water and entered the pool. The fish were biting onto his thick skin that was tickling him and he laughed out loud. The pig was giggling and moving deeper in the water with his friends.

The sun had created a cloud above the pool which was taking shapes of his ancestors. The pig was almost in the middle of the lake and swines of various shapes of his pedigree were dancing around him.

The man reached the opposite side of the lake where a family of crocodiles lay idle warming to the heat of the sun. The man climbed a tree and atop the safe high branch, he threw at them pieces of meat towards the lake. The crocodiles became excited as they would disregard all customs of civil behaviour on smelling cow meat being flung at them; the man started directing his throws towards the lake, prompting the beasts to run into the lake. The crocodiles fought and raced to fetch the meat pieces. The man then climbed a boat and threw pieces at them bringing the entire herd of thirteen crocodiles towards the center of the lake. He then punctured the leather bag and immersed it in water. Cows blood oozed out of the bag and dropped and gushed onto the noses of the beasts, they wildly swam behind the boat blindly unto where the man was leading them- their mouths opened and the crocodiles were aptly hungry again and excited.

The man held a branch of tree in his other hand that hid him from view of the dancing pigs, happy onto their trivial congress, the man peddled the boat towards the where the pigs were frolicking. As the man came near enough the pig, he tied the pigs tail to the boat and emptied the contents of the bag in the lake. The pigs noticed the crocodiles and started screaming and running away. All of them fled except whose tail was tied to the boat. By then the crocodiles had surrounded the pig who was tied to the boat by his tail.

The man came out of his hiding and appeared pleased at the situation. The pig cried for help. He reminded the man that if the beasts killed him - no one would teach the children of man the subject of humility. The man laughed mercilessly pushing his smelly breath onto the pigs face. As the crocodiles munched on the pigs legs, the man put on his jester cap and began to sing the song which pleased the king most.

Man had eliminated his worst enemy. Man was eager to celebrate his success with his beloved prostitute. The Man ran went across the water filled marsh field stamping his feet deep on the moist earth but each time the foot prints vanished and the broken grass re manufactured itself its and wounds on the bent twigs vanished and the grass stood still erect. He smashed on the ground his axe that dug into the earth a massive crater from which thick blood appeared. The man washed his hands and face with the liquid and drank a bit of it to quench his thirst. On sooner that if gulped a bit of it that he vomited the entire feast if had just had. His path was illuminated by a glow the run not allowing his shadow to fall on the leaves twigs and ground where is my shadow you are the burden that made the earth heavier but i minimize your presence
The devotion
The realization

The man came home and brought out his drawing board, pens and paper on which he drew the diagram of a temple. he collected laborers and built a temple on which he prayed until he received spiritual gifts. man has one ambition, enslavement of humanity. to note let humanity mate with the stone for this to gain control of the kingdom, he must enslave life itself, so to do that he

"You have promised a number of things and today I am not able to recall which one stands for your commission today"

"The promise that I will never hurt you."

"What about the promise to the rest of us". The prince asked.

"That I would hurt none - intentionally"

"And what about when your intentions get overrun by your passionate emotions?"

"but those circumstances are way too seldom to be considered"

"do you remember the last time you promised?"

I promised in this very court.

" and you promised that you will hurt not a single life in the universe, then why did you break your promise again son - O why did you ever take birth? Why did you ever come onto the force of experience? You do not know what happens in my heart to see you in this condition - that you are a failure in somebody's eyes and a incorrigible victim in other's. Look what they talk about you, that you told them that there will be "

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his majesty has granted an audience to you so you may address your concerns
Grass the Sacrificial Prince

Stone the Silent Audience,
Magma the Guilty Passion

Human the unfaithful Jester
Ore the Laboring Traitor

Time the Necessary Enemy