The Voice of the Fallen Angel

Of the dreams i am the nightmare and of the reality, i am the horror . For me , life finds its sense of being in the pain . If the human beings would not feel my presence, their lives would be empty and lacking sense . Thanks to me , they manage to develop their emotions and to try to overcome their limits .If it was not for me , their lives would be deadly contemplative .

They cry for me ,they clamor for me , then , darkness is a superior form of light , where everyone has to look at to discover his original face and also his extreme , hidden , ugly face .

But what would happen to them if they could not express themselves . Where violence would be ? Will the armies become extinct ? Would the weapons be finished ? Would the spirit of the conquest die ? Would the wars disappear of civilization ?

Then , where will the empires , the conquerors and the conquered ones would be ? Who would look for the heroism , the sacrifice and the death that make mortals out of men and women and place them as a model in front of all , as a necessary step in  human evolution . Is not death the violence and horror its best motivation ?

An small and insignificant flower was listening to this fallen angel and she thought : -I only know that I will live for a moment , one day for me is like many and all as an eternity without end . Today I listened to the voice of this fallen angel , to the most hidden secrets of his heart and with my smallness and sensibility , I can say that the evil of darkness takes root in justifying the absurdity of selfishness and  lack of real values . That is why it so easy to justify them -

The whole empire needs wars , blood , victims , martyrs , they all are part of a very vast and complex machinery who yields homage to pride and vanity and this is the reason that every evil can be justified .

But the true life , the life for example of this flower is not reached by being a powerful king but just to be what we naturally are , without trying to reach the stars from the ground . Evil weaves a trap and tries to get the perfect victim and tries to justify itself .

And if the great powers need to live of the blood of the innocent, then the flowers have more riches than the majority of  men, because in order to live we only need to be , not to hurt , not to destroy , ever .

Only to Love . To Be , in order to Love . And to Love in order to Be.

-Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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