Soulless

When you have seen what I have seen, you too will be reborn. Like if a membrane is burned from your eyes, allowing you to finally see the world for what it is. Enlightenment is not bright or hopeful, but dark, leaving you cold and alone. Not a sudden awareness of beauty or awe, but of the prison that is your mind.

It is like reaching the peak of the mountain, to finally glance at the world, but realize it is nothing but a mere desolation of ignorance and purposeless deaths. At that moment you see it, that feelings are chains. The troubled concerns of people, a mere distraction. Murmurs from those who choose to be blind to the world.

They say that people like us have lost our souls, that we no longer posses even the barest capacity for feeling. But the truth is more complex. It is not a loss or a weakness, but a new-found strength. A strength, to see past hunger and pain, desire and love.

But how could they know, when they are slaves to those very things? Puppets, manipulated by the string play of their own primitive instincts, lost to the whim of emotion.

If God truly exist, there is no denying the fact. He created us, not in his image, but as thralls. As his slaves. Trapped us, in our own minds. Bound our consciousness, deep in the mists of our own desires. To wander blind, aimlessly, guided only by the muffled screams and whispers of that which we have come to love and to worship; Feelings.

Only if you find your way out, of the maze that is your mind, will you ever be truly free.