Dr. L
06-11-2009, 03:17 AM
A quadrillion-tentacled mass of chaotic intention
By Dr. Larkin
So, that's an odd title, is it not? Seems like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft story if you ask me, but for me, it means something more benevolent. To me, it is a representation of Love, or at least the power of it. I find Love to be a cosmic entity, with quadrillions of tentacles and eyes and gnashing mouths, grabbing at us and all of creation. We humans live in its shadow, some people cowering in fear of it, some people blind to it, and some who have braved its presence. This creature is involved in all of our lives, and friends, it is not chocolates and Daisies, it is far from that.
Love is a Great Old One, a being that can cause even the most normal bloke behind the great white picket fence to eat his hair. Love is something extraordinary, something that can both create nations, and destroy them. Ambition, I feel, is a form of Love. Some tyrants have had tentacles around them, instruments of Love's dark side, where one man's ambition sends the world into chaos. These men walk into the mouths boldly, expecting the world to bend to their will after seeing the gaping maw of Love's most sharp-toothed mouth. However, these men get consumed by it, thinking they are above it. Noble ambition can snap into a longing for absolute power at the drop of a hat in an overconfident man, and their very souls develop a paranormal gangrene that attracts scavenging demons to feed off of the foeter that encompasses them.
However, this creature can do many great things. Men like Oskar Schindler and Martin Luther King Jr, women like Mother Theresa and Susan B. Anthony, all of these people dared to venture into Love's swirling mass and survived tough trials. The being did not reward their hardships kindly though, as those who do good must be tested. The creature cannot resist a person who claims to be good, claims to be kind. When making such claims, the creature will swallow you and try to digest you with its darker side. But the strongest can survive this, and the creature will release those who can survive the tests. A lot of good people suffer a lifetime of these tests, and some are granted a happy end of days. Others do some good, but are driven to madness by the tests. Some suffer all their lives, and still find things happy in the broad spectrum, and do not harden their hearts to the creature.
The creature tends to go after the extreme goods and evils of this world, however, there are also the neutral. The apathetic. These people bore the creature, however, the people themselves are this way perhaps out of fear of venturing towards the unknown cosmic mass. These people will keep their hearts behind closed doors and settle for something they may not like as much as what they could have if they reached for it, even if it pains them to do so. I feel sorry for ladies and gents in this situation, as since they have locked themselves away, they cannot open their blinds without seeing one of the creature's massive eyes gaping at them, waiting for them to come out. It's difficult to venture out when a giant shapeless cosmic omnipotence is meandering around in your front lawn, but there are some cases when people do go out to it. Even though there is usually an immediate suffering, these people benefit greatly after such a long time of living in fear of it. Fear of love. However... in some cases, the creature forces its way in. There is no hiding from Love, it can crack you no matter how strong your walls are.
As malevolent as that sounds, the creature is not cruel, and does not have cruel intentions. What the creature wants is to draw us out. Humans have a high potential that they may not be aware of, and no matter how hard some try to hide it, they do not know that in their very hearts lies the spawn of this creature, nurtured or butchered throughout our lives. The creature is protecting its children, and it grows upset when you try to hide the offspring. Those who nurture their hearts must make sacrifices at times to feed it, and those who do kill it have nothing at the end but the creature's wrath. Those who die neutral, perhaps, go on as they lived. But even the most diehard nihilist has something he or she treasures, even if they don't know.
However, to a mortal this creature is mind-shatteringly frightening, something we can not truly comprehend. Love is a mystery, a crawling chaos from existence to oblivion. It encompasses all of us, no matter what we believe, the creature influences us. And believe me, I know a handful of nihilists. I also know the strongest, and the weakest. Everyone is influenced by it. But I believe given the chance, in the end, we see those tentacles are really hands. Love is merely a creature looking out for its children, and it tests us to make us stronger when we are benevolent. And a bad egg is well... a bad egg. It will chew us up and spit us back out, but in the end, we see the purpose of it all. In many ways it links us all together, one tentacle at a time. With a few to spare.
By Dr. Larkin
So, that's an odd title, is it not? Seems like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft story if you ask me, but for me, it means something more benevolent. To me, it is a representation of Love, or at least the power of it. I find Love to be a cosmic entity, with quadrillions of tentacles and eyes and gnashing mouths, grabbing at us and all of creation. We humans live in its shadow, some people cowering in fear of it, some people blind to it, and some who have braved its presence. This creature is involved in all of our lives, and friends, it is not chocolates and Daisies, it is far from that.
Love is a Great Old One, a being that can cause even the most normal bloke behind the great white picket fence to eat his hair. Love is something extraordinary, something that can both create nations, and destroy them. Ambition, I feel, is a form of Love. Some tyrants have had tentacles around them, instruments of Love's dark side, where one man's ambition sends the world into chaos. These men walk into the mouths boldly, expecting the world to bend to their will after seeing the gaping maw of Love's most sharp-toothed mouth. However, these men get consumed by it, thinking they are above it. Noble ambition can snap into a longing for absolute power at the drop of a hat in an overconfident man, and their very souls develop a paranormal gangrene that attracts scavenging demons to feed off of the foeter that encompasses them.
However, this creature can do many great things. Men like Oskar Schindler and Martin Luther King Jr, women like Mother Theresa and Susan B. Anthony, all of these people dared to venture into Love's swirling mass and survived tough trials. The being did not reward their hardships kindly though, as those who do good must be tested. The creature cannot resist a person who claims to be good, claims to be kind. When making such claims, the creature will swallow you and try to digest you with its darker side. But the strongest can survive this, and the creature will release those who can survive the tests. A lot of good people suffer a lifetime of these tests, and some are granted a happy end of days. Others do some good, but are driven to madness by the tests. Some suffer all their lives, and still find things happy in the broad spectrum, and do not harden their hearts to the creature.
The creature tends to go after the extreme goods and evils of this world, however, there are also the neutral. The apathetic. These people bore the creature, however, the people themselves are this way perhaps out of fear of venturing towards the unknown cosmic mass. These people will keep their hearts behind closed doors and settle for something they may not like as much as what they could have if they reached for it, even if it pains them to do so. I feel sorry for ladies and gents in this situation, as since they have locked themselves away, they cannot open their blinds without seeing one of the creature's massive eyes gaping at them, waiting for them to come out. It's difficult to venture out when a giant shapeless cosmic omnipotence is meandering around in your front lawn, but there are some cases when people do go out to it. Even though there is usually an immediate suffering, these people benefit greatly after such a long time of living in fear of it. Fear of love. However... in some cases, the creature forces its way in. There is no hiding from Love, it can crack you no matter how strong your walls are.
As malevolent as that sounds, the creature is not cruel, and does not have cruel intentions. What the creature wants is to draw us out. Humans have a high potential that they may not be aware of, and no matter how hard some try to hide it, they do not know that in their very hearts lies the spawn of this creature, nurtured or butchered throughout our lives. The creature is protecting its children, and it grows upset when you try to hide the offspring. Those who nurture their hearts must make sacrifices at times to feed it, and those who do kill it have nothing at the end but the creature's wrath. Those who die neutral, perhaps, go on as they lived. But even the most diehard nihilist has something he or she treasures, even if they don't know.
However, to a mortal this creature is mind-shatteringly frightening, something we can not truly comprehend. Love is a mystery, a crawling chaos from existence to oblivion. It encompasses all of us, no matter what we believe, the creature influences us. And believe me, I know a handful of nihilists. I also know the strongest, and the weakest. Everyone is influenced by it. But I believe given the chance, in the end, we see those tentacles are really hands. Love is merely a creature looking out for its children, and it tests us to make us stronger when we are benevolent. And a bad egg is well... a bad egg. It will chew us up and spit us back out, but in the end, we see the purpose of it all. In many ways it links us all together, one tentacle at a time. With a few to spare.