Rage will consume us unless we own up to our pains, and let them propel us together towards greater freedom.
Here you have it, all three layers in one image, a call to genuflect to self-defeat, to the white jester and the red-eyed snake. A trinity clutched together in a single fist.
What about the little rhyme? That is the matrimonial hymn of the incel:
The red-eye snake of anger and envy, the hatred for the true self, the curse of Cain. The white jester of fear and death, calling me to stay put, to surrender to the appeal of the depths.
An image that grasps our heart is like an RNA virus with a sweet hook tied to a transformative payload. Owning that payload is crucial, don’t be blindsided.
I guess I’ll start packing now.
Updated 04/14/2021
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