A Man Of Power, The Power Of Man (ROUGH DRAFT) Read Count : 16

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   The first day of existing i was born a man. Just a man but, this man has supreme power over himself. Athough in life a man to a man is just a man, so many are looking beyond. II'l remain vigilant and extremely careful while looking for some discovery of evidence for this higher supreme life. Naturally when my eyes seen the first light of this unknown world, they were starved for it's understanding. A melting pot of my own what, hows, and whys towards life, man, and the above. Everything as a child I'd come in contact with was a obstacle to protect myself against simple persistence to my dedication for life. Accordingly I make a all-inclusive Implication towards everything biologically livings storyline is similar to my own in that way. The triumphant victory of constant harships, collisions, combats, among an infinate and nameless other dangers all but unavoidable to live. Win or lose, victory or death, lifes crossroad of no alternative, growth and decay. The victor, the king, praised in life, tells the story of the loser, the subject, with displays of supremacy and glorious conquest. While sheeply the meek awe in the acceptance of a leader with a deference and newly required common man's duties. The eternal cold war of power that always lies in the wait. The entirty of the keen populace aware, perceptivly watching the other for weakness to exploit. The son is for the father the same as the father is for the son, their families, their friends, their freedom, their everything's at stake overweighting the risk. Eternally repeated already written in history for either the stick conquers the man, or the man conquers the stick. As a child i strived for liberation, my own personal detective for the understanding to all, inherit natural curiosity, my throwing of the cup taught me its smash, I'll open the doors forever told to be left closed, because the lesson of my stove tops burn tought me caution. The most necessary first layer of protection in life to have. If a commonly avoided unknown is learned threw my illumination. My personal danger to its threat could only be lowered by my awareness of it. For behind all my closed doors built from my fear, lies the scariest monster imaginable. Influenced by all the mysteriousIy-dreadfull fables of grave dangers told to me over generations of exaggerations and times guarantee of forgetfulness. While my revelation of the truth, at worst will only unvail my predicaments reality. The cruel king tormenting from behind his wall appers mighty, unchallengable, a god of common men. A populace complacent to the normality of gods manipulative whip indoctrinizing our lack of livelihood for a gratefulness for gods scraps. Inevitably a unforgivable line is crossed ethier threw my blood or my spirit. Turning my hopelessness for the walls imperturbability alongside the godking's invincible power and rule. By Kings laws God ingeniously groomed, repeated daily in school woth pride. Gods trick of love was all lies, homage to my kingdom also died. Never was i meek in my faith, i am no longer as weak as sheep or as scared as chicken. Blossoming personality and wisdom becoming as shrewd as a fox and more vicious than a wolf. My common mans clever trickery contributing to our collective coragousness. We witnesses the impossible, accomplished the unimaginable, we entered the unknown, we shattered the wall! We found no mystic powers, no montserous strength, no demons in battle, what i found was enlightenment. A God king dethroned by the common man's death via his own standard issue blade of no longer drafted boy's sword.

Heavily influenced by Max Stirner's book The Ego and Its Own's first chapter All things mean nothing to me.


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