The Final Fight

Beautiful song.

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. ~twloha.com/vision/story

"Fear. Fear attracts the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt.
Fear.
Fear is my ally."
~Darth Maul


I believe that there is Good and Evil.
I believe that they are both active.
I believe that they conflict, that they are opposites, mortal enemies.
Call me what you like, I believe that Good trumps Evil.
I believe this to be a Truth.
Meaning that it is true, whether men agree or not.
The philosophical realm does not tolerate democracy.
Because democracy is not based on Truth. 
But that's an argument for another post.

I believe that Good trumps Evil, and I believe this is true.
I also believe that all men must choose to live for one over the other.
I believe most men make this choice without realizing it.
I believe this is possible because the choice is made everyday. 

I believe our actions and experiences have a purpose.
I believe that purpose is to change men, to transform us, to convert our hearts.
That, I believe, is what life is about:  a conversion of the heart of Man.

I am not speaking strictly religiously. 
Faith without works is, after all, dead.
I am saying that every moment you are alive, every heartbeat, every breath, every step, every word, every touch, always, you are in constant metaphysical motion.
Movement is possible in one of two directions at a time: forwards or backwards. 
Good or Evil.


There have been moments when I stop doing.  I just stop.  And I feel the stillness around me.  I let the stillness saturate my skin.  I attempt to become equally still inwardly.  I simply exist for a moment, and I feel.  I find that the initial stillness masks a collision of sorts as it  occurrs around me.   I witness it.  I am a part of it.  It's over humanity.  It's over me.  My heart begins to race.  So this is what it's all about, this is why I'm here?



"This issue is now quite clear.  It is between light and darkness, and everyone must choose his side."
~GKC's last words


The Sound (John M. Perkins Blues)

The Static comes in slow.
You can feel it grow.
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below.

The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood.
We run as thick as blood.

Can you hear it rise
Up from the ground?
Can't drown it out,
Can you hear it now?

This is the sound
of a heartbeat.
This is the sound
from the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation.
We are the voice of breaking down.

Can you hear me?
This is the sound
of the desperation bound
By our own collisions.
We are the voice of breaking down.

The static comes alive
Beneath the broken sky.
John Perkins said it right:
Love is the Final Fight.
Let it rise above,
Rise above.
There is no song
Louder than Love.

This is the sound
of a heartbeat.
This is the sound
from the discontented mouths
of a haunted nation.
We are the voice of breaking down.

Can you hear me?
This is the sound
of the desperation bound
by our own collisions.
We are the voice of breaking down.

Let it rise above
Up from the ground.
Can't drown it out.
Can you hear it now?

This is the sound
of a heartbeat.
This is the sound
of the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation.
We are the voice of breaking down.

Can you hear me?
This is the sound
of the desperation bound
by our fallen condition.
We are the voice of breaking down.

This is the sound.
This is the sound.