Poetic
voices suggest that mankind is forever hurled into the pit. I can understand that
perspective intimately: that we are forever oppressed by a superpower; under
the thumb of Satan: all of our hard-fought evolution at the peril of complete
retraction at any given moment.
The
dull sleep-world constantly calls to us; seduces us and our instincts always
desire to answer. To master a constant vigilance seems impossible, and yet, unless
there is a possible transcendence, wherein we may close the door to animal-hood
behind us, what else is there to do but fight the good fight?
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