Human excellence, like the dollar, is only as good as the belief in its validity. Knowledge puffeth up like inflation. Just doing "good" is like paper money not backed up by gold. Without the gold it is nothing but delusion. Delusion that you are close enough.
Human Abasement is what it is deemed. We draw different lines that are never equal but always crossed. To say something is evil is to imply that you know good for yourself. As if good is a friend and evil is that friend's worst enemy. Evil hates good and good hates evil; we all hide behind the leaves we choose.
But we have forgotten who has created the tree. Life is not about the tree but about communion with the voice who spoke all things to existence. We hide behind our notions of good and evil. We all mask ourselves with the belief in ourselves and what we do. We have become afraid of the Voice. Afraid of its wisedom. Afraid of its judgement. Afraid of its power. Afraid it will expose our cowardess and human frailty. Hiding from this perfect communion would be to deny our very purpose. And I, for one, am done hiding.
I am done hiding.