2010-12-21 - 7:53 p.m.
It is a state without meaning. Words once used for communication have devolved to spoken emotions of the opposite meaning.
Bad means good.
Thusly, great means bad.
Hungry means full and sober means drunk and on and on.
Or off and off.
It is a state full of people. All of whom no longer know how they feel or look. Some have even forgot how to act. Everyone used to know such things but when the words lost all meaning the act of interpretation inevitably suffered as well.
Once situations were unable to be interpreted confusion rolled over the land like black clouds that do not want to let rain fall but would rather just block out all of the light. Clouds that wanted to see the land grow dark.
Although none within the state were aware of it, their thoughts had become an unspoken unity binding them all together. They all remembered a state with meaning and they all longed for a return to such a state.
They longed for meaning again.
They all silently longed to understand how they felt and why they felt such a certain way. They longed for the dark clouds to let their rain and then leave.
They had desires as well.
Most just wanted to see the sun again.
Their hopes and desires, although never spoken were heard by someone. He came to them as a beam of light among the darkness.
At first this man was not recognized. He was not even really understood because he spoke from his heart. His actions could be called evil even though he believed that he is doing right.
The first person he was evil to was a woman.
He asked her, with clear candor, how she was doing. She answered under a guise of sarcasm.
“If I was doing any better I’d be dead.”
He killed her with a snap of his fingers. He became mortified when she got no better. He reminded himself that he was among the living. Regret clouded his mind and he vowed to never be so haste again in his actions. He saw a man pulling himself along the ground. Both of his legs had been broken. He walked to the man on the ground and stooped to speak to him.
“Can I help you?”
The man on the ground looked up with cold eyes.
“Yeah, you can end my suffering.”
“No I cannot do that because it will cause me pain.”
The man on the ground stopped pulling himself. He looked at the strange man dressed in black with confusion. It had been so long since his ears had heard sincerity. He finally decided to keep pulling himself along. He had his own problems and was not concerned with someone who could not help him. The man watched him slowly plod along the ground. He finally figured out how to help the man who was forced to move on the ground as if he were a snake.
He snapped his fingers.
To anyone that witnessed the event it would have appeared that the man on the ground vanished. But to the man left by himself by the snapping of his fingers, the man, pulled himself up to a hospital. One hand grasped the dirt of the land and the next hand pulled onto the hard concrete of a city sidewalk.
Always wandering, he headed along the path. He heard the soft sounds of a crying child. When asked it was apparent the child was too young to have properly honed the art of sarcasm so an honest answer was spoken.
“My dog got hit by a car.”
The child pointed a tiny finger toward a bloody carcass on the road. The man’s heart beat faster. The blood was carnage that he loved to see but the ache was for the child’s loss. He did have the ability to bring life from death with a snap of his fingers but could not provide such a divine service.
He needed to be asked.
It was the ache in his heart that felt stronger when he asked the child another question.
“Can I help you in anyway?”
He was mortified to see the child’s eyes turn cold.
“You can make me dead like my dog.”
How could one so young speak so harshly? The man turned and walked away from the child. The state these people lived in was worse than could have ever been imagined. The man still heard the child crying when he sat himself upon the warm dirt. He knew what must be done but wished for another way. He raised his hands toward the dark clouds and felt their indifference coarse thru his body. The clouds felt no joy by bathing the land in dimness yet without that act they would have no purpose. He felt their indifference grow as the sarcastic thoughts from billions of people flooded his mind and body. He felt the weight push down upon him yet still found the strength to walk back to the crying child.
The child stopped crying while watching the dark man walk back toward him. His cape was made of the blackest material his young eyes had ever seen. The child understood the rippling around the man wearing all black was his life force emanating from the host body. The dark man was not of this realm.
The child did not know what a realm was yet it easily entered his thoughts.
With so much sarcasm rushing thru his body, he was unable to stop it from coming out of his own mouth when he spoke to the child again.
“Do you want to be a martyr?”
The child said yes with sarcasm dripping from his mouth. The man took all that was in him and put it into the child. The child’s eyes closed forever. The dark clouds let rain then vanished to allow the sun to shine upon them all. The sun makes them all happy even if they all say they are sad.
The man returned from whence he came with a sincerity he never appreciated before. He almost felt like praying to never see such a state again.
He never prayed though since he knew that no one would be listening.
