Made from fire and wind, the dark calls, the pool of black stretches in all ways infinitely, no one can swim against it, the march and swirl of the waves and rock will always crash but rising above it leads one to perdition, seek not perfection, it is unattainable as it should, for to be everything would be to connect everything and connections are merely chains in the path to freedom binding you from completely your own journey, looping like these very words themselves forming an upper spiral into the vehicle of ascension you have crafted from your own self, there is only you to choose your own actions and learn from your own consequence, no god or king is ultimately responsible for your growth. Others may help or impede you, but the self is the focus and those binds of connection must be selected carefully lest they hold you back.
And beware that there be a point of Belial in thine heart, that thou wouldest say, 'The seventh year, the year of freedom is at hand,' and therefore it grieve thee to look on thy poor brother and givest him nought and he then cry unto the LORD against thee and it be sin unto thee.
Now as they were making their hearts merry, behold, the men of the city, certain sons and daughters of Belial, beset the house round about, and beat at the door, and spake to the master of the house, the old man, saying, Bring forth the man that came into thine house, that we may know him.
And the jews response?
>Now therefore deliver us the men, the children of Belial, which are in Gibeah, that we may put them to death, and put away evil from Israel. But the children of Benjamin would not hearken to the voice of their brethren the children of Israel:
And now you know chud, now you know how long, how many generations this plan of bloody vengeance has sat festering in the hearts of pure men. The jews are demons, reject their ilk.
Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds,
many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,
fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home.
But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove—
the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all,
the blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun
and the Sungod blotted out the day of their return. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=MpKCA-pkSiw&feature=share