Reality of Evil

This is a continuation of the earlier post. Even though I have titled it, it is part of the same chapter, Tonight I lay awake. With Tonight I lay awake and Reality of Evil I fear we have concluded the prelude, and perhaps already overstayed our welcome. The abstractness and mystery of Tonight I lay awake will be hard to maintain. Eventually, a plot must unveil, and with that I fear we will lose ourselves in the settled dust.

For now, here is Reality of Evil. I hope that those that read it will be so kind as to heed to my solicitations for any and all criticisms.

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My weakness is also my strength; that which makes me vulnerable shields me from the munitions of ill-intent. I find myself stronger when the tide ebbs. I await those moments; I live for those moments of strength. They make me feel inviolable, make my anguish insignificant, almost tolerable. For what has a man to fear when he fears every moment of existence; When every waking moment is a ticking bomb to a never-ending nightmare that creeps, when every nightmarish slumber a portent of the evil of reality, of the reality of evil.

These thoughts will not be with me tonight. I shall find no solace or the plain blandness that I hope for. I will torment myself as much as I would be tormented, for I deserve the torment of my soul.