"The Malady"

There is a particular form of self-abuse, where a person continually picks at his skin, sometimes with pointy, or sharp-edged objects, resulting in the obvious - scratches, pricks, cuts, and bleeding, aaaah, the bleeding. (Side note: this is a modern-day malady often afflicting the young - often girls, sometimes boys, though boys have a particular version all their own, not discussed here.)

You see, it's not the poking and cutting that is the aim of these particular unfortunates, it's the bleeding that they so get off on.

If you saw a person with scabs all over his arms and legs, and you knew something about this malady, you'd probably want to do something about it - right? Tell them to get help, to see somebody, talk them out of doing that, and if they refused, you might even want to get pushy, but if they don't want your help, you'd probably have to give up - right? It's a free country, and if a person wants to bleed to death, from the "death of a thousand cuts", then it's their right - self-abuse, aaaah, the way of the fakir.

But, if this was the end of it - which it is for most ordinary humans (having never read this post, and wouldn't understand it or agree with it even if they did) - that would be one thing, but there is another area where the exact same malady occurs, but because it's hidden, and no one can see or understand it's effects, nearly everybody on the planet - at this point in their "career" as humans - suffers from it.

If you aren't immediately smiling (or smirking?) with recognition, as to where - precisely - this next paragraph is going, then you won't understand it, or agree with it, even after you read it.

Language is a tool, and Life has honed that tool to a million sharp and pointy edges that mankind, from the age of about 3 - when language (words, those sharp and pointy things) became resident inside his cranium - till the present day, driven by Life Itself, wields about quite indescriminately inside his neural cavity, slashing and sticking and poking and cutting and, like a surgeon in an operating theatre crazed on PCP, bleeds it's victims, in exactly the same way bodily self-abusers, described in the first paragraph, bleed themselves.

The AIM is the "blood", in both cases, and whereas it is red, gooey, and chemical - and even called >>blood<< - when applied to physicality, it's yellow, foggy, and electrical when applied to mentality, where it's called >>thoughts<<.

Humans are being purposely bled - to death - by Life, for purposes unknown to them, through the indescriminate use of language inside their own craniums, and ONLY when a person learns (some how, some way) to control the flow, to control the knife, can they stop their own demise before their time.

Those who can not, are those billions of blithering idiots, called normal human beings engaged, quite unWILLingly in telling their own "stories" from morning till night for no one, and the Grand Cultivator - Life Itself - is the only victor.