I find it to be the singular most harrowing detail of the whole ordeal. To see the ‘man’ and his influence upon the order of things, his office of governance and contribution to the cause; reduced to a system of measurement, by these ignorant masses.
[I knew as he forewarned me, that it would be the hallmark of my punishment. The Powers’ ‘calling card’, as it were. Thus it would be the one thing, that most effectively tore the heart out of us.]
It affects me so viscerally. Attempt to apply to me these seconds, hours, days; and watch the veil bend. I simply can and will not be enveloped by, bow down to; such a shallow, ill-informed system, whose sole concept is to shelter their feeble minds; from the vast grandeur of the true nature of things.
Most heinous of all though, is the insult it represents to you, my closest friend.
Ironically, the frustration it incites is just to real to ignore.
It has to be handed to these callous bastards, dearly as I still love some of them; that they certainly know how to orchestrate a sentence. Articulate, beautiful in its craftsmanship; and tempered with just the right amount of depravity.
So powerless I stand, to say unto you my friend that were there a way; I would fight. Despite the fact that it was this very mentality that landed me here to begin with.
Until I cross The Line once more to see you again, take care.
I’ll indulge their madness enough to sign off after their fashion.
Brother, I shall see you in time.