I live for conflict.
My very presence screams for conflict.
I view life as a stage shared with actors and actresses who engage each other to squeeze out stories.
I am silent in the community of speakers.
I am with voice in the community of silence.
I fight for gay rights in the circle of conservatives.
I reel in my gay friends with conservative thoughts.
I show the existence of God to non-believers.
I question the existence of God to theists.
Is there a definite answer? Do I care for a definite answer?
No. I live for conflict, remember?
Or maybe I do, but that in itself is another sweet, sweet argument that is saved to be savored at another time.
On the surface, I see a duality of our Nature. The balance that is presented in our blueprints of thought, with a subconscious understanding of what is good and bad, in general.
Below the surface, i see uniqueness and myriads of characters surging up to seize the day, regardless of right and wrong. I feel that they just want to live out lifetimes of stories.
I am kind to those who hurt me.
I hurt those who are kind to me.
I come like a hyena to a carcass when trouble gives off its distinctive smell, and I ravage it to its bones.
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