Have you encountered people who always express their hate for a religion, a race or whatever? They spew words that intend to create ripples of angst. They feed on their own faeces…suspecting that everyone else does the same. For them God is a joke. People who don’t agree with them are considered deluded. They vent their anger at anything which supplants/ threatens their own twisted view of a wonderful, beautiful world. For them it is always us and them.
And it is these people who exist on anger for it gives them a purpose in life. It is these people who are known as little people for they are obsessed with the filth of humanity and have neither time nor the inclination to raise their heads out of the cesspool to seek beauty in the world around and to contemplate the wonders of Life. For them, humans are mere bacteria and when this bacterium dies nothingness envelopes all… futility personified. So they live a life of rejection in their small encapsulated worlds of self-indulgence, anger and hatred for fear of the invading hordes of aliens settling in their make belief world of superiority.
These people live on the periphery of society outside looking in… afraid to sully their hands but yet they are obsessed with the refuse of humans because it gives them strength… strength to hate.
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om
© Mark Ulyseas, February 24, 2013