Dear Defect Deserter,
That uncomfortable feeling you're running from? The one you feel when looking at the minister, who in your mind is being exposed by the veil, unearthing imperfections, rather than keeping the illusion of perfection you have instilled upon the man of faith. The openness in which the minister shares what you assume to be his imperfections scares and shakes your sense of stability in your lair of lies.
Your lair of lies has been carefully crafted, leaving you space to judge and deem others full of imperfections, without ever casting a glance at your own defects. The veil couldn't possibly be a proper mirror, reflecting your own shortcomings. The black dye must be seeping from its wearer, your ability to see the black must mean you can help the wearer. It couldn't possibly be that your ability to see the black veil means that you are wearing one of your own, that everyone else can see, yet you refuse to acknowledge.
Deserting your path of growth and denying imperfections will lead you on a lonely icy path of solitude. When reality finally cracks the thin ice, no one will be around to save you from yourself.
That uncomfortable feeling you're running from? The one you feel when looking at the minister, who in your mind is being exposed by the veil, unearthing imperfections, rather than keeping the illusion of perfection you have instilled upon the man of faith. The openness in which the minister shares what you assume to be his imperfections scares and shakes your sense of stability in your lair of lies.
Your lair of lies has been carefully crafted, leaving you space to judge and deem others full of imperfections, without ever casting a glance at your own defects. The veil couldn't possibly be a proper mirror, reflecting your own shortcomings. The black dye must be seeping from its wearer, your ability to see the black must mean you can help the wearer. It couldn't possibly be that your ability to see the black veil means that you are wearing one of your own, that everyone else can see, yet you refuse to acknowledge.
Deserting your path of growth and denying imperfections will lead you on a lonely icy path of solitude. When reality finally cracks the thin ice, no one will be around to save you from yourself.
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