The man sitting on the rock on the far right was the church keeper. He was from the local village just keeping an eye on the monastery to make sure no one vandalized the altar. But vandalize or give your life for it, you don’t get credit with god if you keep a good eye on his imaginary house. God does not take sides and god has no conscience - in case you haven’t noticed. God would not be god if he did have a conscience.
Melville wrote, “Truth Hath No Confines“.
This man had cancer - last stages. The cancer had occupied his entire body and slowly was consuming him, but he was still in a quarrel with his brother who had supposedly cheated him with the ownership of some house their father left them or whatever else humans kill each other for these days. He was more emotionally invested to tell me his story about his terrible brother, than to understand perhaps why he had cancer.
Here is life pushing us at full throttle to our limits to at least try to figure out what the hell is going on in our heads before we die, but we occupy our minds with trivial gossip and imagined unimaginative stories.
We, in our bodies, bear the burdensome wounds of the battles that never really happened.
Don’t you see brothers and sister? It’s all a deception! The game we play is a game of self deception. It’s all a lie! It’s all concealment of life, concealment of death…
a concealment of truth!
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