This begins a new series in this publication that I am calling “The Reproachable Judge” - a means of therapizing my battered brain. Any are welcome to join the jury.
All rise, the Reproach is now in session. The dubious Judge presides.
I am saddened by something.
The maladapted souls meant for more than the meaningless mob. They could be conditioned as commanders.
There is burden to both sides but they are not of equal gravity.
The source of pull - either on the subject or the subjugated.
Let's examine the excuse for subjugation.
Bills. Relationships. Commitments, under the committees of the mask-represented.
All of it true. All of this real.
Though the hardest sobering lags like a parachute.
Accumulating resistance at the steady increase of the wind. Accelerating.
Revel in resentment and regret. Angst before death until it comes as relief.
"I can't do it."
Please, do not allow justification to rest upon your penchant for passivity.
Admit what is also real, stand up and walk. Again against the wind. Against the burdens.
Heave! Heavier are you now!
Slowly growing in speed as you become a weapon of wonder and wit.
You feel it. Your footprints, now worthy of the hunt.
You said you couldn't do it.
Ah, but here they come, the pacified prey.
Maladapted to be hunters.
-RJ