THE TENACITY OF THAT WHICH RESIDES

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2010

Somethings can’t be killed. People try. Groups try. Forces try. Nature tries. But somethings cannot be killed. The tenacity of that which resides in all humanity is a much bigger force than the quenching power of any form of cosmic Gatorade that can be thrown at it. Something infinite and exponential grows within the hearts of all us. Something which longs for relationship and productivity and value and knows outright when its being fed a line of Bullshit. The tendency in adversity is to run or to fight but rarely to stand and take it. The tenacity of the human spirit has a profound sense of self preservation when it worries about its own future in a sea of chaos, but every now and then you get an individual in the course of history who finds that spirit of tenacity latent in the depths of suffering, where most men would fear to tread. And in the deepest depths of human despair, these individuals have been able to strike the fabric of humanity and cause a resonance of such proportions that all of humanity resounds in one accord a song of hope. Like Christ upon the cross, one act of standing before the tribunal can drive a melody so strong amongst humanity that all of our souls are compelled to respond. Yet, we choose to forget and find our comraderie in the animal tendencies to thrive through fight or flight, and delusions of self preservation but i choose to remember a deeper magic. Like Aslan before the White witch, man has no need to preserve himself amongst the annals of history. The human spirit when lowered into the depths of hell like Dante himself is found to burn ablaze with a fire that does not exhaust the spirit but instead brings perdition to its knees as man stands unscathed and in control in the midst of his torment. Like a phoenix amongst its own demise, when we stand low in the firmament of our pride… we are not defeated but instead we stand aflame, afronting the darkness who tried to swallow us up, with pure and unadulterated light. There is no need to fight or run when we face persecutions for we should not be afraid to burn. The human spirit is the gasoline which powers these flames, and the suffering that we may feel as we burn is not our spirit being quenched and forgotten but instead the fragile human shells we live in falling away as our spirits burst forth alive, in the spirit of a flame which is uncontainable, uncontrollable, and beyond the constraints of mortality. Do not be afraid when selfish ambition, dissension, and jealousy seek your destruction. A song which sings the melody of the true and authentic human spirit is a much more compelling and powerful song than any dischordant melody could even hope to understand… and somethings… somethings can’t be killed.

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