Plunged Into Reality

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Plunged Into Reality

Reagan Parker, Contributor

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On the theme of Morality, it is only right to address a growing concern of this world and humanity…

Let’s say that you wake up in a new world. You are laying on your back, eyes open, and the first thing that catches your eye is the sky. Oh the sky! It’s beauty surpasses all earthly wonders. The splendid coloring overshadowing the entire world as an outer shell, keeping all of the worldly wonders within it’s grasp. What is the sky but the outer tarp embracing the entirety of what lies within, such as how the egg’s shell keeps all the inwards inside, or roof places covering over a house? Through the eyes flood the sublime warmth from the celestial vision. With such a magnificence on the outer shell, how then could the inside be of any less significance or bring any ounce of disappointment?

This is when you remove your eyes, reluctantly, from the sky to the world itself. Oh the world! What a sight! If the sky was itself the very kingdom of the heavens, then the world enveloped inside was nothing more than the very pit of hell. Only the closing of one’s eyes could relieve them from the frightful vision of the desolation of what once must have been the climax of man’s glory. Where grand towers of pure marble, white as snow, had been rooted into the ground, today, all you see are the haunted and perverse castles, long strayed from their original purpose. Gold streets had paved the the paths of the once glorious city of man, but now the streets are nothing more than a criminal’s path to the gallows, painted by the scattered fragments of written law codes.. The very forum of old, embracing all commerce and success of mankind, is nothing more than a temple of Satan, and marketplace of lost souls. Dust and debris clog the air and the sublime warmth swiftly evolved to a dreaded, growing, and scourging flame. You lift your eyes back up to the glorious sky, only to find that glory faded and corrupted, lacking the splendor that once had seemed so clear.

From sky to land, what an immeasurable contrast; what additional terrors could be unveiled by further exploration? But nevertheless, onward you march through the ruins of the human civilization, until you reach the forum, and even further to the center of the forum where seven pillars stood, encircling a central object. You walk to one pillar and examine its structure. To any architecture this pillar, or any of the pillars would have been a magnificent art, due all credit for the creative genius, but no joy was found in it, for, despite the outward appearance, it dispensed a putrid aroma and flooded the heart with grief. On this pillar was engraved: Of all the world, of man, of gods, you alone are the Sublime. What a message is this? Some self-centered sentiment of this kind has one name: Pride.

You then move to the second pillar to see the inscription: Of every thing that you desire, to you alone must they be. Then the third said, More and more, there is no end, you can consume all the more. The fourth pillar states, Fill your eyes with the pleasure, and deny not the passions of the soul. The fifth: If by chance you have been wronged, your wrath is right and sword is just. The sixth pillar says, “This is yours, and that is yours, and work till it all is yours. And the final inscription reads, What is work but displeasure and grief, you live for your comfort.

This world you have been plunged into is named Reality. The outer sphere of this world is nothing other than the seemingly good acts of the world, or maybe even the truly genuine goodness generated from human deeds. At first glance of Reality, the world seems to be one of comfort and delight, and even most children grow up in a censored world of “good”, and are not enlightened of the terror till plunged into the full depths of the real world. In the center of the “outer shell”, the sky, is the world itself, laid to ruin by the works of mankind. At the center of this world is the City of Civilization, once, in ages past, a symbol of accomplishment and justice, but now an irredeemable desolation, damned by their own disobedience. At the center of the city is the forum, where the seven pillars of the Seven Deadly Sins are set like laws and idols to the people.

Now you crawl to the final central object, circumscribed by the deadly pillars. There you read the heart-chilling words, engraved by the hand of Nietzsche on the cold, dark grave, shaped as a cross: “God is dead”. This is it: the center of the entire world of Reality is the grave of God. And from this grave, the seven pillars rise from the ground, the city is littered in pollution and letters of the law, and the world itself is accursed, by the toxic waste leaking from the “centralities” of Reality. Only the sky’s vain and fading light subsides.

In despair you begin to dig the haunting grave, desperate for any comfort in the entire world. Could God be dead? Is all that is left of Him buried in this tomb? You dig and dig, deeper and deeper, but there is nothing. If only you would lift your eyes up from the central grave to the heavens. There you would see a hole in the sky of humanity’s  vain works and glimpse the light of the Sun far beyond. Here is the truly glorious Sun, the Way leading to a life of value and success for eternity, the Truth from outside of Plato’s allegorical cave of the captivity of ignorance, and the renewing Life empowering the moral souls.

This is the world of Reality which you have been plunged into. Find the Sun, seek it, and live the life of morality it demands. Then the Light can be drawn in, the demonic tomb removed, seven pillars shattered, the heavenly city restored, the entire world more vivid than ever, and the sky illuminated by a Glory, unfading and everlasting, putting all other evil and artificial light to shame.

 

 

http://www.deadlysins.com/

http://www.historyguide.org/europe/madman.html

https://web.stanford.edu/class/ihum40/cave.pdf

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+14%3A6&version=NIV

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I am Reagan Parker, a junior here at Ben Franklin. I enjoy singing and am in Charged Harmonies, and I also play on the varsity basketball team. I play...

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