Quote
Walk in Shadow
Prologue
There will be peace. There will be justice. There will be truth. Such laudable assertions. But consider the caveats. By this and with that, my conscience will be at peace. By this blade and by my righteousness, there will be justice. By my eye, by my will, by my fierce proclamation, there will be truth.
Vows are nothing without power. I am the tyrant of my own soul. You, dear friend, are the same. We rule from strength and we rule from weakness. We array our defenses. We launch our assaults. We stumble across a blasted landscape littered with the wailing mayhem of our thoughts, fears, hopes, desires and dreads. We walk a bounteous garden and feel no better than imposters, interlopers soon to be found out, driven away by our host of secret (not-so-secret) crimes.
Do you trust your inner world? You'd be a fool to do so. The voice in our head offers naught but an endless argument, employing every trick of debate – honorable and dishonorable – and sly misdirection, deflection and evasion. It is the master of the lie, the mistress of delusion, the lord and lady of pretend. It is the wounded child and the bitter old man. It is whatever it needs to be to win the argument.
But this voice. It does not belong to your soul. It escaped that blessed womb long ago, fled all familiarity, and would make of its new world something perfect. Something at peace. Something bright with justice. Something bold with truth.
If only the world would oblige.
The soul knows better.
But we stopped listening long ago and besides, its cry is less than faint with the distance between us.
When the last tyrant falls (the one within you), there will be peace. When the last army casts aside its weapons, there will be justice. When the last voice falls silent, there will be truth.
The soul knows this. It has always known this.
Now, let us watch a world tear itself apart, in search of a soul it never heeded in the first place.