After a week of listening to my neighbor’s dog cry constantly because of its caging, I went over to let them know. Once again as before, I was told that this is a neighborhood and I am wrong to expect silence and other non-encroachment.
My perception towards this matter is unchanged. For I say that one should be more considerate because you live in a neighborhood. If you want barking dogs and loud music then move out into nowhere, so no one has to listen and hear your noise. It seems however I am alone on this point, which brings me to this current state…
I find myself growing tired of maintaining hope for mankind, being its beacon of possibility and looking around and the hearing and the doing and I am asking why. Why continue to allow for the time for those who will make the change from mankind to humanity? Why serve the being? As with my neighbor, I apologized for my letting them know that the dog’s constant crying, because it is left in a cage so small that it almost has to defecate and urinate where it eats and this type of behavior is more than my heart can bear. I tell them, all I can do is ask, it is up to them to be considerate or not. That I mean no animosity or ill will, I just want to let them know.
However, growing tired is yet what I do. Not in a physical way but in a mental one. The only saving grace is that which the spirit gives unto me of a story:
The divine created the heavenly host of angles and that which they had been created from was fire. Great beings, pure and absolute. Then another being was created from the mud of the earth, made of flesh, weak, temptable, and separated. The divine chose this latter being as the object of its love and told the angels to bow down and serve it. Yet as the angles bowed, one remained in defiance and said, “I will not! I have been made from the purity of fire and they from the dirt and I will not serve them.” So, he was cast out of heaven, for not doing as he had been commanded, to serve this being, who thinks of self, destroys what has been created by the divine, wages war on each other, pollutes their home, cares not to evolve and become that which they were created to become, to revel in their weakness, bias and conditional giving, to live outside the divine love.
If I do not continue to carry the torch, then it is Iblis who I am, it is they who too, I am for thinking of myself and a mental health. I never see those who make the evolutionary step from mankind to humanity and it would be selfish and a thing of vanity for me to ask to be shown. I then move forward, doing that which I have been commanded to do but not without the choice to say no. For in the end, do I want the divine will to be made manifest or to allow this creation to ease away into an ever silence whisper that will come ever so quickly, even after its great catastrophic crash. For my neighbor, even though of a different point of view, is a gentle easy going fellow and I have no dislike of him at all. For he is not alone in his choices and is doing what he will… but 2 days have past and it has not changed. She/he has shown their character.
As this day, it draws to a close, the vision of the silver brick, inscribed with the number fifty, which I hand over to the one who asks for it. For this aggravation presents itself only so that I may see it and rid myself of it. For as with the silver brick, nothing can be taken from me without my giving it.