Is it possible for us to subvert the truth?
Why is the 'star-cross'd lover' able to bring hurt and injury to their soul mate for the sake of the satisfaction of their own neuroses? The answer is all too obvious, throughout history men and women have injured each other, knowing exactly what would be the consequence of their actions, and yet driven by the inner beast they set out, deliberately, to destroy their mate. In so doing they heap destruction upon themselves. Their lives must end at the moment they gain the victory, the ascendancy they so desperately sought.
What is wrong with peace and harmony? For some people it is an unreality, an unachievable myth. Those that have it shine like the sun at midday, their faces glow with that inner light that entrances all who can bear to view it. Evil people must avert their glances, they hate to see the happiness exuded by the good. For them life is the passage from one hatred to the next. The hunted look of some tells the tale of the torment that the soul is undergoing. Sleep, perchance to dream is not part of their existence (for they do not live they merely exist) rather they are like Lady Macbeth, wandering somnambulists, pulled from their rest by the pain of their conscience. "Out, damned spot! out, I say!" is their credo.
We injure our loved ones at our own peril. Take care that in the days of your youth you do not commit hurt, you shall surely suffer all the vain days of your life. Bear no malice, keep no record of wrongs. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. Above all do not give like for like. Let the love of your life inject their deadly poison into your veins. Take it and watch it course through your body, icing your heart, freezing your soul. You will recover, in time, your lover will never recover. Oh Lord, what forces drive us to such self-destruction. Is there no escape from the inevitable?
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