Just think for a moment of what it might entail. To what do you condemn this child?
You yourself have great knowledge and power, as do your brethren, but can you transfer this to him? Is it really feasible that he might acquire the relevant powers with which to do what you know he must? If you place this destiny before him he will surely suffer greatly, one way or another. Even if he grows to be strong enough to grasp this destiny firmly in both hands and bend it to his own will, he will surely suffer. Or if he swipes aside this destiny, forcing it onto some other, he will surely suffer still.
Already you care too much for him, your great weakness once again rears its ugly head. Your love and compassion has taken another along a path of despair and anguish. All of your knowledge and power once again succumbs to human failings. Won’t you curse these feeble bodies in which you persistently encase your self? For they have suppressed your mighty powers, your great intellect, and bound them to merciless human emotions. Do you see now why hope has languished for so many aeons? If you, yourself, have been assailed this way, what chance do they have, those without your great wisdom? What chance does he have?
He will live and he will love, will know joy and sorrow, passion, fear, rage and hatred. All this, and then you have placed him before this dark path, rich with shadows and demons, fell beasts that have lay hidden since time began. Will you subject him to this? Do you have the nerve? Does your nature truly allow for this?
And how many others will you love and condemn? How many more sweet innocents will fall to your insatiable lust for fulfilment? Again and again you push them down paths you know contain horrors the likes of which they are not ready to face. What makes you so certain this time? What makes you so sure of success, what is different this time?
Could you really bare it, to witness his suffering? For just like you he is subject to his own humanity, and he will raise up a great fortress of his own satisfaction, only for it to be torn down by the very beasts you have placed before him. Isn’t the risk just too great this time? Can you really subject him to fire and blood, to endless weeping and sorrow? Won’t it consume him and turn him against everything you hold dear?
Can any man bare the devil whispering in his ear?
Can any man bare witnessing visions of his own future suffering?
Can any man bare the betrayal of those he holds dear?
Can any man bare the powerlessness that comes from drowning in a sea of ignorance?
Can any man stay true to his ideals when all stand against him?
Can any man bare the ridicule of fools, the pain and torture of Death slowly creeping over him?
Could you?
Be wary of Truth, for it lays beyond the reach of the humanity that enslaves you all, yet it lures you further into the fiery pits of despair and encases you all in burning flames and hot ashes. Could you willingly thrust this child into the midst of all of this terror?
Will you be able to look into his eyes, when he has grown tall and strong, and tell him that it will all come crashing down around him, whether or not he takes the path? For the same questions are set before him as are set before you, your brethren and all others.
How much Truth can you bare? How much Truth can you dare?
Omega Synthesis 