The ending; and a beginning

The human spirit exists in self-contradiction, Embedded within each is the very substance of that which is evil and unjust and the true unadulterated inadequacies that all must recognise in order to embrace the capacity for kindness and humility which doth also emanate from all (to the measure that they do allow). To reject one's fallaciousness, errors and imperfection is to disown oneself and to disavow one's very humanity and the potential for justice that lies therein. And the inhuman can do naught but beget inhumanity; sowing the seeds of hatred, malice and rage from which is reaped the bitter harvest of our failure. To reject one's capacity for goodness is to hate oneself and commit to the destruction of both themselves and the entirety of humanity. For if we are all vile and without redemption, mankind is but a cancer upon the Earth, committed not only to its own annihilation, but the annihilation of all life, which does condemn us for our avarice and ignorance. Thus, by our humanity we are saved and by our humanity we are condemned. Only though knowledge and acceptance of our imperfection can humanity overcome itself to reach its potential for compassion; a sober compassion mediated by rationality and an understanding of the the good and ill residing in all, without distinction and within the context of their own preconditions (of the nature of their birth-status and physical condition), experiences and their response to both; mentally and physically. It is upon these principles that the advancement of mankind can occur, for the prevention of its self-annihilation and self-mutilation, which does daily starve the poor and likewise drive to self-desecration and suicide those that contemplate the tragedy of our lot; chosen without realisation of both its nature and the forces which perpetuate it.

With this, I do seek closure of this blog. I shall open one in the future, but it shall be one that will properly represent who I am and who I intend to be. I neglected this blog and in many respects, it was always destined to do so to an extent. Yet, I know I have just as much to say as I ever had, though the majority of it has always gone unsaid or glazed-over for reasons of my own.

Fiat finis. Fiat felicitas non finis.