Monologue- Jax

Gah! I told you a thousand times, and probably once a thousand more. It is the folly of man that I despise. The crippling evil that festers in every man. And no, while it is not evil to have twisted and disfigured thoughts to hurt another, it is not right to act upon them. It is no mere force of nature that destroys man, rather it is man’s new desires and pursuing that destroys man.

I do not blame progress, while still holding some claim, I do not blame it. I blame the dark intentions, I blame man. I blame man who cannot keep his contortions hidden, those who wish to gain at another’s demise.
Of course… I am merely a hypocrite in these crimes, and yes, yes, I know already. If your scripture tells me not to cast stones because I have sinned, then who am I to point? I’ll tell you that I am not holy, no one is. No one can claim that he or his gods are equals and that all peace can emanate from him. I am no mere hypocrite pointing out individuals or crowds. I am blaming myself for other’s atrocities because the common man doesn’t have the decency to drop his trousers and share his naked truth.

And yes… I understand… I understand too well. I understand that the earth does not revolve around a single person or fixed axis. And as I take the blame for others, it does me no good unless I as well pay retribution for their crimes. So I take these lashes. I take these terrible crimes and form deeds of kindness.

I do not look down on those who have been hurt, or those who beg because they have not a single scrap to their name. I only wish those who I take the blame for can say the same. I wish they would not turn to victims and throw stones. I hope they would realize that these victims are those who have been damaged by the atrocities and evils of others.
We mustn’t throw stones or debris that is not our own.

We cannot condemn a woman for not being able to support a child in a world that would look down on her even if she had this child without a husband. We cannot turn away from the starving, or weak, or sick and spit in their hands. We do this...And it is the hardest thing to admit to another, but all of us do it, and no matter how much we admit it, either by crying or by bleeding, we will never atone for the burdens and lives, but we can outlet our evils and help others regardless of the reward or debt.

I say to you… Any one of you. If you stand here angered by me or my words, call me a hypocrite. Please push to do so, but know as you throw stones at me; I will be pushing myself further into trying to atone that which cannot be forgiven.

Only by acceptance, by the very will and act of pushing yourself into debt or servitude can you understand what a loving slave can be. What a hard trial friend can feel like.

I once dreamed of being a king… I once dreamed of being two different kings. One king who ruled with a fist of iron, gold filling his pockets and every person despising his very existence. He was so obsessed with his own wealth that he tossed aside any man, woman or child as long as it meant he got to keep his power.

The other was a king indebted to his people. He listened. He served. His decisions, while final, were not all of his own. He listened. His voice was gentle and he owned nothing in his name. What he owned was merely his own skin, his own soul, one that weighed heavily upon his shoulders as he listened. His morality of just and fine laws was always put to the test, but he listened and only to his people, the views he saw were not his own. He was a slave to his people, and none the less was happy.

Because he was happy that he served rather than being served. He lead his people gently and if was asked, he would give his clothes to them. He gained nothing but life. Not a single cent as he spent only for his people, only for those who were in need. If he gained anything, it was life. Because he listened. He accepted the guilt of his people, he would apologize for wars and death, and he took full responsibility and still cared. Still listened.
That’s the one thing that can atone for the twisted shadows of man.


Listening.

I ask you, please, heed my words and listen to whoever speaks. Act upon what is of moral character and do not draw your blade faster than your ears can catch or your pockets can fill, because an empty pocket is much less weighted by contortions of men.