In wings, strength resides
my fellow men, choose wisely.
Perhaps strong wings
flapping in the wind,
bold and mighty seem to win
unless it is the gentle touch
spreading good to all
shall conquer the grave, here and now.
It seems defeat until we believe,
accepting our purpose,
grow into our pain,
humble, not proud, to rise from a fall.
Go, speak to the heights of knowledge.
The question remains how we choose justice. Who do we follow? For centuries there was a way, shone brightly as stars. A clear divide devised society, as reasonable men chose logic. Love accepts but must we not also be circumspect? Do we allow all behavior to exist as good? Or is what we deem good, evil? Chaos is not for men’s benefit. Anxiety and strife cannot bring peace.
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.–Nietzsche