the ultimate intrusion
something terrible happened today and i don't yet know what to think about it. the thought of it is sickening in and of itself. but on a bigger scale, it's tough to not let the mind wander, to let the brain carry out dialogues and plays about what could have happened, what could happen next.
something terrible has happened and the ramifications are yet to be determined.
the chief offender will certainly ceased to exist in the minds of those around. his name will become synonymous with evil, pure unbridled evil, the kind that sees only red. years from now, when people look back on the lives of those they used to know, his name will be mentioned quietly, whispered as if the very mention of his name conjures up in people some kind of malevolent disgust. they will say, "how the mighty have fallen." they'll snicker to each other in small groups, saying, "he always struck me as weird." we'll remember him for this deed and nothing else. to him, tonight, alone and in the dark, life is over plus two days. death begins while there is still breath in his lungs. he's been buried alive.
for those left in the wake of his destruction, they are not unlike shattered, splintered homes in the aftermath of a hurricane. like a scar or birthmark, they will carry this scar with them, just as they will carry a last name plagued with a connotation of incestuous debauchery. as if it's not bad enough to live through the things they've already lived through, now they will live through this. And the quiet name -calling will carry over to them. They will be pitied, but the people who do the pitying will never let them forget just how close they were to this evil act.
first, accidental deaths. And now this, the most carnal and damaging act that can be afflicted on someone. the unwilling loss of your body's most sacred regions. it's the ultimate intrusion, the irreversible entrance of undesired objects. it's murder without the pleasure of not having to re-live the events. because at least when you're dead you can't live with the thought of the one who took your life.
what will happen to this small town? will this be the news of the moment and then easily forgotten, aside from the aforementioned snickering and name-calling? will the pain inflicted be forgotten, much as americans forget the turmoil and pain of africa? what will happen to this small town?
tonight, i pray that god will send his grace. to the victim and accused, alike. maybe, in our small, world-infected brains, we can't even begin to understand how god moves in situations like this. but it's in these times that god's light has the opportunity to shine brightest.
because you can only see the light when everything else is black.
something terrible has happened and the ramifications are yet to be determined.
the chief offender will certainly ceased to exist in the minds of those around. his name will become synonymous with evil, pure unbridled evil, the kind that sees only red. years from now, when people look back on the lives of those they used to know, his name will be mentioned quietly, whispered as if the very mention of his name conjures up in people some kind of malevolent disgust. they will say, "how the mighty have fallen." they'll snicker to each other in small groups, saying, "he always struck me as weird." we'll remember him for this deed and nothing else. to him, tonight, alone and in the dark, life is over plus two days. death begins while there is still breath in his lungs. he's been buried alive.
for those left in the wake of his destruction, they are not unlike shattered, splintered homes in the aftermath of a hurricane. like a scar or birthmark, they will carry this scar with them, just as they will carry a last name plagued with a connotation of incestuous debauchery. as if it's not bad enough to live through the things they've already lived through, now they will live through this. And the quiet name -calling will carry over to them. They will be pitied, but the people who do the pitying will never let them forget just how close they were to this evil act.
first, accidental deaths. And now this, the most carnal and damaging act that can be afflicted on someone. the unwilling loss of your body's most sacred regions. it's the ultimate intrusion, the irreversible entrance of undesired objects. it's murder without the pleasure of not having to re-live the events. because at least when you're dead you can't live with the thought of the one who took your life.
what will happen to this small town? will this be the news of the moment and then easily forgotten, aside from the aforementioned snickering and name-calling? will the pain inflicted be forgotten, much as americans forget the turmoil and pain of africa? what will happen to this small town?
tonight, i pray that god will send his grace. to the victim and accused, alike. maybe, in our small, world-infected brains, we can't even begin to understand how god moves in situations like this. but it's in these times that god's light has the opportunity to shine brightest.
because you can only see the light when everything else is black.
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