Globally Rational

This is the first post from Zartošt, who will (hopefully) be posting regularly in the future. It is the outlook on life of a young man who lives in a free state but is restricted by societal standards.

For freedom, guns fire. For freedom, revolution spreads. For freedom, men kill. For freedom,men die. The sound of the liberty resonates in the hearts of the youth. It ponders the minds of the sages. Does it not boil blood? Could it not soothe the heart? Who but the Self struggles for liberty? Who but the Self can win freedom? Chains are broken everywhere! Bondages are freed! The cries of oppressed are answered. The brave have stood up. Man is now born free yet he remains in chains. I have known them, the free. But I never knew what to do to be one of them.

The crippled will stand for freedom; the deaf will hear the song of liberty; the mute will shout for his freedom; the blind will see freedom. I am not crippled, yet I have never stood up for freedom. I am not deaf, yet I have never heard liberty. I am not mute, yet I have never shouted for freedom.I am not blind, yet I have never seen freedom. I am a child ignorant of the meaning of liberty. My tongue has never tasted the sweetness of liberty. The birds roam the sky freely, the animals call the wild their home. No one ever dare to command them. Could I not have been born one of them? Why must these chains be on me? Why must I carry this cross?

The evil one had chained me on birth. He restrained my tiny hands. The chains hurt my feet. There never was sympathy. Instead, he mocked my misery. He threw the keys to my freedom far;
far beyond my reach. I was but a helpless child breastfed by my mother. My eyes could barely see; my ears could barely hear. I could not speak for myself; I could not defend myself. My intellect had not developed. I did not know where I was. Even Satan had not touched me. I had became a slave to him by birth. I only knew to cry. In pain, I cried till my tears dried. I have no memory of happiness. What had I done against him? Was I not the most innocent? I never knew what was evil. I never had a past, yet my future was in despair. Who was I to curse? Who sinned for my suffering? How wretched is he? Does he not have a heart? Does he not know kindness? Is he human?

The evil had descended for my suffering. Why did the sun laugh at my chains? Why did the earth never weep for me? Why did the wind never calm me? Could fire burn this sin? What holy water could wash his sins away? His actions befuddled me. As the chains strangled me, he became my greatest enemy. I remained ignorant of his identity. I was helpless. I waited eagerly for freedom, for retaliation. Like a lion await his prey, I too awaited for my first chance to avenge my suffering. His death became my purpose in life.

Could the evil one be my mother who breastfed me? But would my own mother restrain me? Was she not the angel who loved her baby? Can she be the vicious? A mother lives for her beloved child. Befuddled, I thought, I could win freedom by being her most beloved. And so I did. I became her child, her shadow, her life, her everything. But it was of no use. My chain restrained me stronger than ever. My mother had been innocent. Angry, I cursed myself for doubting my caring mother. The truth was farther away.

Could the evil one be my Father who guarded me day and night? But would my own father tie me down? Will the same hands that held me from every fall betray me? Will that voice that guided me to the path to righteousness tie me down? A father would die for his child. Befuddled, I thought, I could win my freedom by pleasing my father. So I did. I became his most obedient right hand. But it was of no use. My father had been innocent. Angry, I cursed myself for doubting my compass, my father. The truth was farther away.

Could the evil one be my guru who taught me the fundamentals of life? But would my teacher restrain my mind? Could the instructor of the good be so evil? Will he who showed me light tie me to darkness? A guru can only be pleased by his good student. Befuddled, I thought, I could win my freedom by being his best student. So I did. I became his most diligent, his brightest, his best follower. But it was of no use. My Guru had been innocent. Angry, I cursed myself for doubting my sincere guru. The truth was farther away.

Could the evil one be the world that I called home? But would the world I lived in steal my freedom? Could the ones who fought for freedom take my freedom away? Will the ones who supported me through my life pray for my fall? The world redeems its members. Befuddled, I thought, I could win my freedom by being her supporter. So I did. I became her activist, her ardent supporter, an active member. But it was of no use. The world was innocent. Angry, I cursed myself for doubting the great world. The truth was farther away.

Could the evil one be the God that I lived for? But would the divine, the ultimate good, wish for my restraint? Could the most gracious, kind, God be so cruel? Will the greatest of great chain
me? God saves his servants. Befuddled, I thought, I could win my freedom by become his follower. So I did. I became his slave, his humblest servant. I would happily choose death for his cause. But
it was of no use. God was indeed great. Angry, I cursed myself for doubting my only God, the greatest. The truth was farther away.

Could the evil one be you the curious one? Would you the careful observer be so evil? But I have nothing against you. I never even knew you. You have barely known me. Why would my listener chain me? All you do is listen and observe. Befuddled, I thought, I could win my freedom from you by speaking only the truth. So. I did. I spoke from my heart. But it was of no use. You only listened. Angry I cursed myself for doubting you, the one who wants to know me. The truth was farther away.

So I shouted to the bystanders, the earth and the heavens: who restrained me? why? No one would speak. Silence had plagued them. Who shut their mouths? Who defied them? No one would show me my oppressor. My shadow, have you not witnessed my life? Are you not my twin? Why have you not spoken against this injustice? I chastised the earth, the heavens, and my shadow for silence. But all I could do was cry in pain. I only want freedom. I only want justice. But why will they not show me where I can find it? Why do they let me suffer?

What were they afraid of? Who were to hurt them? Who can stop the sun? Who can bind the earth. So I wandered aimlessly in the chains that plagued my life. Then I heard the strangers speak. I yelled and I heard him. He had been with me for ever. I had known him in my mother’s womb. I had seen him in those mirrors. He knew me more than anyone. He was the evil that defied me my life. The truth was always beside me.

But how could I punish him? What can bring me freedom? Who can break my bonds? Who can deliver me? How could I kill my enemy? How could I hate my eternal enemy? How am I to take my revenge? Now tell me, O’ stranger, how must I avenge?

O’ stranger, I am crippled; I am blind; I am deaf; I am mute. The evil refuses to leave me. The sun still laughs at my chains. The earth still refuse to weep for me. The wind still cares not to calm me. No fire can burn this sin. No water could wash the sins away. But I wish to forget. I wish I didn’t know. I wish I were helpless. Here I am, crying to you my sorrow. But will you listen? O’ Stranger, tell me, how must I avenge?

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