On, Ending

On, Ending

 

It takes only two to fall in love. A certain happening as two star-crossed lovers intertwined and make a child. Tis a cause of war and corporation; oh how greedy. The child’s name Idea, and nationality? But of course! An angel and a demon combined most surely is called human. The last of the many, but the few of the whole she is. As the mother and father die out and fade away this new Idea, this decision created finally ends and a resolution is made. I sat, I watched, I listened. What a beauty the human is.

                What’s this? She seems to be crying now. A conflict arises! Lo! And the tears create rivers, and she grows. I shall sit more. I shall watch more. A conflict inside conflict! Explosion! And two are created, the duality of idea, the duality of decision, and an army of two; a faction of angels, and a faction of demons. Terribly confusing this spectacle becomes. My heart, drying now its ink cannot take such more in. How insane must I then be to fully lose track of all things necessary of a manuscript of this magnitude?

                Old hands have seen more than creation. Time has had its way with me and the dead were the only ones to see the end of war. I’ve done too much, chronicled too little, too much just to see to another arising of opposing views. My glasses so dingy, I realize what I have created, what my wisdom (the highs and the lows) became of. This thing called human. So full of many, so full of little time, so full of factions, wars, ideas. How long must it take to realize they were at this place before? Step lightly reader, the angels and demons are very unforgiving.