An upright man you are, confidently strolling through a world defined by fine order. Your head and chest held up high, a pat here and a caress there, all that compounding your confidence by soothing your soul. You fall in love with the world, “Oh! the beauty of existence, I am your blinded Admirer”. Indeed it is pretty, and beauty tends to blind. Isn’t it wonderful? of course it is, you’d be a fool not to fall in love with such a world. Like a bird, you soar through the sky, your soul resting on the strength of your wings and the beauty of the world. The world is your stage, and you dear, …yes you, are the performer.
A mean trick, or perhaps it is nothing but a dream. The ground you so boldly stood on gave way, where else could you go? “It is a dream, what else could it be?” you soothe yourself, but the journey has already begun. As you plunge deeper and deeper into the abyss, you scrape your soul on its ragged walls, the cuts penetrating your flesh, you bleed. After all, you are human. The light slowly fades away as the darkness of the underworld swallows you. It is a bottomless pit of anger, betrayal, regret, and heartache, rendering blows on your bleeding soul. Was it your feet, or the ground you stood on that let to you fall?
You land on a rock, there is no more plunging, at least for now. You can slowly make your way back up sir, just firmly grip the rock above you and pull yourself up. As you slowly stand and raise your hand, oops! the rock tumbles, down with it you go.
…….. at last, you hit the ground like a lifeless log.
Your soul weary and tormented, it calls out to the earth above. “Oh! my benefactor, how could you let this happen to me, how could you let this injustice…….” you are too weak and stunned to speak. It is wise to conserve your energy, you still have a long journey ahead traveler. Not that your wisdom matters, after all, it is that same wisdom that led you here.
A new land, perhaps a fresh start. Scalding Fires burning on every end, corpses of both the innocent and sinful paving your way. Such is the nature of the underworld, both the innocent and guilty inhabit it. Horned creatures with pitchforks eyeing your soul menacingly. The land of tricksters and demons. You’d trade your soul to get the hell out of here, but that is your sole possession, battered but extremely valuable. Of what use is inhabiting a paradisal and orderly world, when your soul is amiss?
Your stay here sees no end in sight, there is a possibility that here is where you’ll reside for the rest of your miserable life. May the lord be with you sir, for you will need him. In your darkest hour, weak, broken and exhausted, he will play you for a fool, the fool you’ve always been.
