Tuesday, August 08, 2006
This race, which creates such beautiful music, such beautiful dreams, that ponders such deep philosophies, that colors the world with such magnificent cultures, such radiant spiritual insight; and this race, that destroys itself, inflicts such devastation and chaos, that hates with such passionate rage; the love that I feel for this race cannot be surpassed by any other love.
I see that soon is the turning point for this race; soon is the destruction of the old and the creation of the new; soon is the coming revolution and the end of Kali Yuga, the dark age. Soon this race will have to face its own brilliance and weep out its final tears of hatred; soon we will embrace without fear that we are a once missing link to the chain and cycle of creation; the true existence, which is far beyond good and evil; soon we will embrace that we are God, and that the Supreme Being that we have fought for and killed for and searched for and sacrificed for has been inside of us all along.
Such is the wonder of this race.
(Note: This is the beginning of the prologue to one of my books.)