There were certain things to be admired in any society; any one place that boasted at even a hint of civilization had that patina of respectibility, of order and law shared a particular mindset.
Rule and order, black and white, right and wrong, day and night. Opposites that attract and repel due to their very nature. The basis of many a philosophical discussion, the start to uncounted solemn, drunken arguments. The very backbone of of what made the wheels go round.
I loathe and love it, one and the same. Their order is my chaos. It makes my skin prickle to see people plodding along, so self righteous in their belief that they are doing what it right and honourable when they but serve their own interests and clothe it in moral respectability, in the belief and hope that they are doing what is right.
What is right' What wrong? Show me an evil man and I will show you a man who does what suits his purpose; often his only crime is that his purpose run at odds with the local social convention, the perception of 'good'.
Point to me that righteous man and I show you someone who plays to the crowd, who lusts the approval of those around him, to perceived as someone upstanding, fine, honourable. To be imitated.
Of course, I could be wrong.......
The scratching of the quill stopped, overtaken by a tapping as the writer paused and picked up the sheet to read over the flowing lines and then with a smile set the page down again and dipped the nib into the ink to continue.
I contend that without dark, without the perceived evil that society would not gain that yearned after and eternally out -of-reach utopia that people strive for; but for something darker, infinitely more evil than the watered down 'evil' that they see in the petty dark deeds done by the few who dare listen to their own desire over social convention.
I defy those conventions as I have in other times, other places. And now to see what wicked may come. If.
Rule and order, black and white, right and wrong, day and night. Opposites that attract and repel due to their very nature. The basis of many a philosophical discussion, the start to uncounted solemn, drunken arguments. The very backbone of of what made the wheels go round.
I loathe and love it, one and the same. Their order is my chaos. It makes my skin prickle to see people plodding along, so self righteous in their belief that they are doing what it right and honourable when they but serve their own interests and clothe it in moral respectability, in the belief and hope that they are doing what is right.
What is right' What wrong? Show me an evil man and I will show you a man who does what suits his purpose; often his only crime is that his purpose run at odds with the local social convention, the perception of 'good'.
Point to me that righteous man and I show you someone who plays to the crowd, who lusts the approval of those around him, to perceived as someone upstanding, fine, honourable. To be imitated.
Of course, I could be wrong.......
The scratching of the quill stopped, overtaken by a tapping as the writer paused and picked up the sheet to read over the flowing lines and then with a smile set the page down again and dipped the nib into the ink to continue.
I contend that without dark, without the perceived evil that society would not gain that yearned after and eternally out -of-reach utopia that people strive for; but for something darker, infinitely more evil than the watered down 'evil' that they see in the petty dark deeds done by the few who dare listen to their own desire over social convention.
I defy those conventions as I have in other times, other places. And now to see what wicked may come. If.