"Blake saw the true face of the twentieth century and decided to become a reflection of it, a parody of it. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. No one else got that joke, and thats why he was lonely"
Rorschach on Edward Morgan Blake, "The Comedian"
I just want to point out that The Comedian has ripped himself forth from the graphic pages of Watchmen and imbued me with every phase of his life and shoved it into this one chapter of my life.
God help you all
I Am Jack's Anti-Hero
Monday, January 19, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Of Wolf And Man
“…The elder Cherokee sat next to the fire, which had reduced to warm, red embers, to tell his grandchildren a story about life. He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”
The teenage children stare in awe, hanging on every word their elder says, anticipating the lesson.
“The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.”
The Elder takes a deep breath, allowing the effect to settle in on his students.
“This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too."
The children thought about it for a minute, exchanging wild glances with each other, prompting one child to ask his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
I do my best to feed the second wolf, the loving wolf...but my anger still rages, and the first wolf remains strong and evenly matched. From their constant stand still fighting, I have spawned. The son of rage and love.
I really hate this blog. I do it for all the wrong reasons and possibly one right reason. And that one right reason is so that those around me can know why I am the way I am and why I do the things I do, especially since it angers some of them, one in particular. It safe to say that she is no longer my friend, especially after her attack on my conscience and character. I read the Cherokee story of the inner wolves long ago and have used it in many aspects of living my life. It is this current state of mind that I realized that the wolves do not only fluctuate in which is winning...but what they battle for changes. At this moment, one wolf wants to tear my old friend to pieces, the other wishes to remain calm and move on. We were at a party together a few Sundays ago and she and the rest of the gang were playfully teasing me, and I did my usual of not letting it bother me. Its what she said next that got me. She told me they were only picking on me because the friend of ours that they usually picked wasn't there.
I was so fumed with rage that I left before doing something stupid and regretful. Thats not what friends are for. She knows what its like to be teased, and doing it to your friends just because you can is not a quality I want to be surrounded by. In the near future, I will face this problem and inform her that she can have my forgiveness but we are no longer friends. For now, the first wolf, the loving wolf, the humble wolf remains victorious. When anger wins...may whatever being(s) watch over us help her...may it(they) help me...and us all
I Am Jack's Antidote Underneath the Dose
The teenage children stare in awe, hanging on every word their elder says, anticipating the lesson.
“The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.”
The Elder takes a deep breath, allowing the effect to settle in on his students.
“This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too."
The children thought about it for a minute, exchanging wild glances with each other, prompting one child to ask his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
I do my best to feed the second wolf, the loving wolf...but my anger still rages, and the first wolf remains strong and evenly matched. From their constant stand still fighting, I have spawned. The son of rage and love.
I really hate this blog. I do it for all the wrong reasons and possibly one right reason. And that one right reason is so that those around me can know why I am the way I am and why I do the things I do, especially since it angers some of them, one in particular. It safe to say that she is no longer my friend, especially after her attack on my conscience and character. I read the Cherokee story of the inner wolves long ago and have used it in many aspects of living my life. It is this current state of mind that I realized that the wolves do not only fluctuate in which is winning...but what they battle for changes. At this moment, one wolf wants to tear my old friend to pieces, the other wishes to remain calm and move on. We were at a party together a few Sundays ago and she and the rest of the gang were playfully teasing me, and I did my usual of not letting it bother me. Its what she said next that got me. She told me they were only picking on me because the friend of ours that they usually picked wasn't there.
I was so fumed with rage that I left before doing something stupid and regretful. Thats not what friends are for. She knows what its like to be teased, and doing it to your friends just because you can is not a quality I want to be surrounded by. In the near future, I will face this problem and inform her that she can have my forgiveness but we are no longer friends. For now, the first wolf, the loving wolf, the humble wolf remains victorious. When anger wins...may whatever being(s) watch over us help her...may it(they) help me...and us all
I Am Jack's Antidote Underneath the Dose
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