Fighting fire with fire, trying to find the eye of the hurricane, where it is supposed to be the most peaceful. How strange? Being in such a position, seeing everything else material wreck itself and spin around you. Perceptions change too quickly, people lose their trust too easily, everything seems to be rotting inside when peeled open. Is forgiveness only extended when we decide that we need the person back?
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself"
Why are we uncomfortable when people are "too nice"? Is it out of cynicism, or because we cannot rationalise being deserving of such human kindness, and we instead choose to desensitise ourselves and deem every action of theirs as part of a carefully crafted plan to extract some soul out of us. Weird, is it not..that we start being more cautious, more skeptical, and more and more stupid. Trying to stay out of the havoc, but everyone knows, or seems to know, that hiding under a tree during a lightning storm is an A* way to go. Neither friend wins, silent tensions..If it was possible to measure all these strange emotions, I'd say we distanced 90 degrees. Not much further away per se, just intersecting and conflicting more, and symmetry inevitably disappears. When does the line get pushed, when do you decide that you are not enslaved to other's emotions. When the hurricane is over, will you rejoice being alive? Will you live in fear of the next disaster? Will you never forget your losses? The last tiger does not mourn it's own passing.
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself"
Why are we uncomfortable when people are "too nice"? Is it out of cynicism, or because we cannot rationalise being deserving of such human kindness, and we instead choose to desensitise ourselves and deem every action of theirs as part of a carefully crafted plan to extract some soul out of us. Weird, is it not..that we start being more cautious, more skeptical, and more and more stupid. Trying to stay out of the havoc, but everyone knows, or seems to know, that hiding under a tree during a lightning storm is an A* way to go. Neither friend wins, silent tensions..If it was possible to measure all these strange emotions, I'd say we distanced 90 degrees. Not much further away per se, just intersecting and conflicting more, and symmetry inevitably disappears. When does the line get pushed, when do you decide that you are not enslaved to other's emotions. When the hurricane is over, will you rejoice being alive? Will you live in fear of the next disaster? Will you never forget your losses? The last tiger does not mourn it's own passing.
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