dails

The collesium in us all

It seems so strange that we have the potential to become our own perfect enemy or our own perfect companion. As if there are two drivinging forces within us that battle constantly only to subside momentarily with ones defeat. We are the province where this Battle ground is cast. Our experiences our are knowledge of the opponents, as if recorded battles that we can reflect upon in hopes of success over the other. Our introduction to any choice is the horn that commences the battle. As we toss and turn, back and forth they too hit and kick, scratch and throw. Until we decide. Our choice is the Godhead of this province and he does not give the bodies of his province free choice, and he is the one to suffer the choice he makes he is unlike all other Gods. As one falls we lean toward the others suggestion. Once we choose the fate of the two contestants we hand the word to the emperor and he allows one to die. The choice is made, we make our choice and proceed awaiting the consequences. This beautiful dance of ours can be swift, it can be lengthy. And its fruit can be dispelled just as quickly or slowly.

So strange that this should all exist in us...