Thursday, March 8, 2018


What a piece of work is man, How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, In form and moving how express and admirable, In action how like an Angel, In apprehension how like a god, The beauty of the world, The paragon of animals. And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Act II Scene II The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

The representation that captures the world of some "divine" men today, so deafening in advocate, so fervid in intention and so vile in action. 

Those who purport their existence among the realms of heavenly bestow are often so blessed with imprecation from hell.  

Celestial preachers  descended from the wombs of loving mothers like any others,  with fomenting oratory and robe of puritanical guise,  demand a divine impeachable reverence and adherence from their devotees. 

"Divine men" who resort to the demonisation of Other men, in the pursuit of power and sustenance of their own selves and their ideological  truth. 

"Divine men" who are left unchecked by their destructive devotion of righteousness and their  extremist egoistical soul will harm and degenerate the  innate goodness of the self of all men and women. 

"Divine men" who are unperturbed and defiant bears no guilt in the bloody deed of their righteousness and relish in the theocracy of their people.

It is ironical truth that mankind left unshackle by morality will drown himself in the anarchical sea of unrestricted sins yet his morality untended will drown his humaneness in the restless  sea of deranged devotions.