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Dafremen
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(from TRUTH)
You say the truth is nothing, I say you are wrong and you are right.
The truth is not and will never be 0.
The truth is 1. The truth will always be 1.
You say zero...I see ONE digit.
You say nothing, I see ONE thing, one concept, one idea expressed with ONE word. You say negative and I see one backdrop upon which are played out a billion cosmic lights. Lights that strike the back of my eye come together, though a trillion miles may spearate them, to form a unified vision in my mind and I am grateful for your half cocked thoughts and amazed by the profound notions that are capable of springing from them.
You say YOU and I say WE, louder and with more conviction, though you might plug your ears, and in time, I will hear other voices, also OUR voice..a rising tide to soothe your disbelief.
I hear your bitter and I savor the sweet as I recall my own bitter moments and relive them with a newfound gratitude for all that I HAVE and all that I've seen, heard and known.
You scream I HATE THIS and I hate it with you, for I know that your shaken fist directed at the world is only frustration shaken at the emptiness within...and I hate that hole in you and wish it would just go away, but then I love it, for I know that it is the taskmaster and the teacher that must someday drive you into the arms of oneness. I am glad for your pain, and I am absorbed and immersed in it.
Can't you SEE how I bleed and cry for you when your brain hurls hate at the world and holds a hand over the mouth of a doubtful, broken heart that knows only to adore its beloved universe? Your heart shudders, numb, and so badly treated in the back of your mind..waiting for the light sprung from the crack of a door swung open.
How long will it wait? How long must I suffer? How long must we all?
If you could see the tears that are carved hot and salty into the paper this was written on, you would know how dearly I love you and how horribly this senselessness weighs on me. And yet so pleasantly so, for it is the pain felt by some reminiscence in the near future, when the lunacy has ended, and so it's currency is valueless in my heart today. It is an investment in pain that I can bear, knowing that we will all someday live and play and love and fight and laugh and cry together.
That day will find these memories pleasant for their sweet excruciating poignance in the final years of our waiting. As I shed these tears, now and until then, each memory of sea drop sadness fallen on my lips will mark these final harsh lessons and seal their memory into my being for the remainder of my days. "These", I will say, "Were cruel and indifferent times, something you kids wouldn't understand and don't want to, trust me. These were the moments before the Golden Era of mankind. This was the moment of our awakening and our return to life. These were the times that found us unwilling to pass the insane horrors of that way of living, on to you.
You are born and raised proud and you have every cause to be, for those were the times that made us ALL proud to be human again."
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