stepson opened this issue on Dec 11, 2010 ยท 150 posts
Diogenes posted Tue, 21 December 2010 at 8:26 AM
Where shall you be when next you venture forth? Here you go when your called, master or slave the choice not our own.
With the irony of luck you shall feel the cruel lash upon your back, the contemptuous cuff of the boot. Whispers and laughter drifting to your dark cell from your supposed betters.
No rest upon the filthy straw, cast out and wretched, as you have done to so many in your past. To feel the human pain of the friendless and reviled, never knowing the reason, but that one of the masters took a dislike.
From whence comes this endless cycle? From where in the blackness of our evolution comes this desire to walk upon our fellow? The desire for someone to revile, to whisper dark tales and dirty deeds of? Does it truely exalt oneself to be so, or rather blacken us all?