Post by Joey on Aug 22, 2019 15:06:20 GMT -5
I am tried.
The scene is Port Isabel, deep in South Texas. It is extremely hot out here. I don't even remember driving here, my mind was elsewhere but when I arrived a little before 7am, I saw just how nice this place really is. The water is muddy and dirty but the beaches look intact, almost unabused. The gulf of Mexico has never been the best waters. But it is water.
So first thing I decided to do was maybe do some fishing. So I stop by Walmart and buy a rod and reel. It is relatively cheap. I buy the hooks and weights and a few floaters/bobbers.
You may be wondering why I know so much about this? When we were young our father would take us fishing every few months. It was one of the few things he did well as a father. His specialty was salt water fishing but he could find a fish in almost anywhere, fresh or salt water.
I leave Walmart and drive down the road. I get to a bait shop and as I am buying some frozen shrimp, I ask the man behind the counter if its always this slow, he says school just started up for kids this week and its usually slow until the weekends and spring break. I nod understanding and take my shrimp and decide to drive a nice cement wall behind the local Sonic hamburger joint, but I remember, this is Texas and I would need a fishing license, so I take the drive back to Walmart and purchase a one day license for 15 dollars. By the time I get back to the wall where I want to fish it is 830 am and its already 80 degrees.
I quickly put hooks on my line and the weights and hook in my frozen shrimp and I cast my line, I hear the light and the sound bulp as my line enters the water. The water is so calm I think about using the floater but no sooner said than thought then I get a bite. I pull back on my reel and I feel something fighting me, we go back and forth for a moment, my breathing heavy and I can taste the salty air and salt water.
When I pull the fish out, its a small blow fish. And I feel bad for it, when it expands there is no saving it. I had thought that I might purchase a small grill and cook whatever fish I catch. My very own seafood for me and only me. Even when I take out the hook and if you try to throw it back on the water it will only float on top it cannot decompress and swim back down. I see its eyes struggling with the concept of what is going on. I take the hook out and watch, it tries to move but it cant. And with that one fish my willingness to fish again is gone. I feel empty. I feel defeated. I pack up my gear and get into my car. I start the engine and am driving again. As I am leaving I see an old couple unpacking and getting their gear ready. I pull my car over to them and I offer them my frozen shrimp and they gladly accept. I wish them luck and they do the same and I am off again.
My mind briefly goes to my current opponent coming my way. The one and only Louis Cypher. I am glad you shared some of your past with me. It helps me quite a bit, you stopped being a superficial person and actually became real. That is a good thing, for me but not so much for you. You seem to think of me as superficial as yourself. I am not a god thumping christian who goes around giving sermons and being holier than though. That is not me. That has never been me. I think you have me confused with someone else, someone you saw on TV preaching. I have never preached to anyone about anything.
In fact you might say that I find disdain for most people in the world. I find them utterly despicable. I am not one to look down upon ones lifestyle or choices. My beef has always been with the free will that we are given. Unlike my brother Redd who still holds a grudge against god for his own reasons. Me? Its all about the wording of the church and god. You see we argue that the world gives us free will to make our own choices, good or bad. But when tragedy strikes we are told this is gods will. Which I have always found disconcerting. Why would god will such tragedies on the world? On us? So either we have free will or this is gods will? It has to be one or the other, it cant be both. Can it? No, the answer is no.
So you see Cypher you put me in a difficult situation? I have to ask, if I hurt you, is it my will or is it Gods will? You who studied such darkness never once asked, why were those things created, how were they allowed to exist? You were so busy asking their names and how they came to be, you never asked why they came to be. And that is the most important question, the only question we should be asking. Trust me on that.
So Cypher, you hated your father, but you should of hated the high father, the one who created your father and the one before that and the one before that. You took the easy way out and took the superficial way instead of the real way. I am here to show you the truth, and to show you the light, be it by word or pain, the choice will ultimately be yours, not mine.
That is all I have to say to you.
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The scene is Port Isabel, deep in South Texas. It is extremely hot out here. I don't even remember driving here, my mind was elsewhere but when I arrived a little before 7am, I saw just how nice this place really is. The water is muddy and dirty but the beaches look intact, almost unabused. The gulf of Mexico has never been the best waters. But it is water.
So first thing I decided to do was maybe do some fishing. So I stop by Walmart and buy a rod and reel. It is relatively cheap. I buy the hooks and weights and a few floaters/bobbers.
You may be wondering why I know so much about this? When we were young our father would take us fishing every few months. It was one of the few things he did well as a father. His specialty was salt water fishing but he could find a fish in almost anywhere, fresh or salt water.
I leave Walmart and drive down the road. I get to a bait shop and as I am buying some frozen shrimp, I ask the man behind the counter if its always this slow, he says school just started up for kids this week and its usually slow until the weekends and spring break. I nod understanding and take my shrimp and decide to drive a nice cement wall behind the local Sonic hamburger joint, but I remember, this is Texas and I would need a fishing license, so I take the drive back to Walmart and purchase a one day license for 15 dollars. By the time I get back to the wall where I want to fish it is 830 am and its already 80 degrees.
I quickly put hooks on my line and the weights and hook in my frozen shrimp and I cast my line, I hear the light and the sound bulp as my line enters the water. The water is so calm I think about using the floater but no sooner said than thought then I get a bite. I pull back on my reel and I feel something fighting me, we go back and forth for a moment, my breathing heavy and I can taste the salty air and salt water.
When I pull the fish out, its a small blow fish. And I feel bad for it, when it expands there is no saving it. I had thought that I might purchase a small grill and cook whatever fish I catch. My very own seafood for me and only me. Even when I take out the hook and if you try to throw it back on the water it will only float on top it cannot decompress and swim back down. I see its eyes struggling with the concept of what is going on. I take the hook out and watch, it tries to move but it cant. And with that one fish my willingness to fish again is gone. I feel empty. I feel defeated. I pack up my gear and get into my car. I start the engine and am driving again. As I am leaving I see an old couple unpacking and getting their gear ready. I pull my car over to them and I offer them my frozen shrimp and they gladly accept. I wish them luck and they do the same and I am off again.
My mind briefly goes to my current opponent coming my way. The one and only Louis Cypher. I am glad you shared some of your past with me. It helps me quite a bit, you stopped being a superficial person and actually became real. That is a good thing, for me but not so much for you. You seem to think of me as superficial as yourself. I am not a god thumping christian who goes around giving sermons and being holier than though. That is not me. That has never been me. I think you have me confused with someone else, someone you saw on TV preaching. I have never preached to anyone about anything.
In fact you might say that I find disdain for most people in the world. I find them utterly despicable. I am not one to look down upon ones lifestyle or choices. My beef has always been with the free will that we are given. Unlike my brother Redd who still holds a grudge against god for his own reasons. Me? Its all about the wording of the church and god. You see we argue that the world gives us free will to make our own choices, good or bad. But when tragedy strikes we are told this is gods will. Which I have always found disconcerting. Why would god will such tragedies on the world? On us? So either we have free will or this is gods will? It has to be one or the other, it cant be both. Can it? No, the answer is no.
So you see Cypher you put me in a difficult situation? I have to ask, if I hurt you, is it my will or is it Gods will? You who studied such darkness never once asked, why were those things created, how were they allowed to exist? You were so busy asking their names and how they came to be, you never asked why they came to be. And that is the most important question, the only question we should be asking. Trust me on that.
So Cypher, you hated your father, but you should of hated the high father, the one who created your father and the one before that and the one before that. You took the easy way out and took the superficial way instead of the real way. I am here to show you the truth, and to show you the light, be it by word or pain, the choice will ultimately be yours, not mine.
That is all I have to say to you.
...fade….to…..Darkness…...
