The Wistful Misanthropy of Katan Blackseal

Misanthropy, infused with a tinge of wistfulness is what I feel, observing here. The human race is poisoning itself. The fools are too smart for their own good. They think they know, but are clueless of the consequences of power, of knowledge, of fate itself. No sense of the grays of reality. Just the black and white of individual perception. Cruelty beyond imagination is what the human race creates through generalizations. Despite supposed words of wisdom, philosophies of better times, mankind is geared to destruction, all in the name of a great Benevolence.
The name of God.
The Great Irony.
A being that is not paradox nor impossibility personified, but merely a silly imaginary friend with fairly psychotic tendencies. Psychology isn’t my strong point, to be certain, but even I can see mankind’s inherent search of power, the one thing they think controls everything.

They are wrong. They consider power to be no more than selfishness. Ironic, really, how their great Benevolent God is what they wish to become themselves, through their own selfishness. It seems nothing more to me than immaturity, plain and simple. Mankind is incapable of sharing, except for a price. Often too high a price. Wars have been fought in the name of a great Benevolence. That is, each party has their own specific imaginary friend they dedicate their murder to. Rationalization is weakness. Ethics and morality have no place in religion, unless it can be tamed by those in power.

If their concept of Heaven existed, every single one would go just there. Straight to Hell. Rationalization: In the name of God, man does many things expecting to be blessed for them, forgiven for their sins. Yet because of this benevolent absolution, man supposedly needs feel no guilt as all will be forgiven in Heaven. Heaven itself is supposedly perfect. No man is. No-one with a shred of conscience is free of guilt. Perfection is undeserved for those who feel guilt. All those who have a conscience. Heaven is only Heaven for those with no conscience, no regrets, and endless sin.

Religion. The Endless Irony.

An Outsider can see the truth behind man, the sense of ‘evil’ that barely holds meaning in comparison to the innate self-destructive personality of mankind as a whole. Too much power, not enough responsibility. Not enough knowledge to counterbalance the knowledge it does possess. The scales are tipping over with potential destruction. Mankind’s make-believe of religion is a scourge of self-deception. Mankind itself is nothing more than the start of a fire. A collection of flammable objects of various natures, and the flame of knowledge perilously close to the short fuse that is mankind’s thirst for more.
One can only hope for the birth of a Phoenix from the ashes of Mankind’s own destruction.