The Only Limit of The Limitless

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23321
United States
36° 48' 11.8152" N, 76° 25' 17.7564" W

Nothing.
That is what is expected of me.
No,
That’s what I am expected to be.
So I am.
Nothing.
And if I am more,
I am still no more than nothing.
A man who is seen as not;
One that seems to be without strength, substance, pride.
All my clothes of masculinity have been stripped from me
And I am forced to stand nude before the mocking eyes of society.
Before the eyes that can’t see me.
I hear their laughs and jeers.
And even though their sight
Is filled with a hate and disrespect that strips down the being of the seer and the seen,
Though it pierces right through me, their vision has not been adjusted to see ME.
Maybe the image is too strong.
Maybe the vision is too weak.
But we all yearn to be seen.
So I scream.
AAAHHHHHHH!!!
I scream!
Just to be seen!
Alas, nobody hears my screams.
At least, not to see why someone is screaming.
Instead, when they hear the screams,
The intention is to find its source and beat it, and suppress it, until its fire no longer roars.
And I am ablaze.
So they pursue me.
And I flee, as a despised beast flees.
So am I a monster?
What am I?
I am the same pain you chase with a drink,
Because you believe it will somehow marvelously cure your own heartache.
They chase it because they fear it.
They fear me.
They chase it because it makes them disgusted with themselves.
I am your mirror.
So they chase me.
And so I run, but where to?
Am I running only to delay my capture?
Or is there a far, unseen destination?
Some oasis?
I am told that it is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
But here, all candles are blown out.
Why?
Is it because we are afraid to see?
Or maybe we are afraid to be seen because of our overt and implicit insecurity?
Perhaps this is why my violent and vicious villains,
Despite any and all vexation I cause them,
Express a vast and prolonged malevolence towards me.
And, at this time, we share the agonizing feeling of vexation and frustration.
See, I am not only a prey,
But a predator as well.
For though I am hunted,
I hunt light.
I’m in search of a place with light because I yearn to be seen for what I really am.
But I ask,
Can such a place exist in what appears to be a dark world?
Here the lack of light causes me to fall over the obstacles
Which have been so precisely and discretely lain out before me by my hunters.
However, after a fall there must be a rise.
So the more I fall,
The more I rise.
I never stay down forever.
And never for too long.
See, my hunter stalks me like a lion.
It hungrily waits,
With a divine patience,
For the day that I caress the ground for too long.
On that day I will be captured.
But it will not come.
I refuse to be captured: I recoil from the ground when I fall.
Now see what they don’t know is that those same painful falls have aided me.
I understand more about what lies ahead of me
And I recognize what must be done to overcome.
Nothing can stop me.
Nothing.
Only nothing.
See, I AM a monster.
And I’m also a maven.
The pressure of nothing on my coal mines of natural talent has developed a rare gem,
A gem filled with unparalleled skill, within me.
And I have washed the filth of ignorance and foolishness from my eyes.
My once blurred vision has been corrected.
Now I see all.
See, the light was never gone.
It was always here.
I just could not see it.
I am what I have been looking for, and so are you.
I am the light.
The light is ONE.
So now, they will NEVER catch me.
They attack from new angles. I develop new routes of escape.
They relentlessly throw their nets, in useless efforts, to capture me,
And they drop false attractions trying to bait me in.
But I know where the holes in their traps lie.
They try to fool and deceive me. But these tables have wheels;
For it is I who has deceived them,
For they believe that I am a fool.
They constantly flood my path with deceptions, ignorance, and distractions.
But to my beloved foe’s despair,
I have learned to navigate through murky waters.
I elude all efforts.
I am nothing.
But I laugh.
Because they are fruitless.
I am,
Too skilled.
Too gifted.
Too talented.
Today my legs increase in length and turnover at a faster rate than they did yesterday.
My mind draws connecting lines between dots of clues and information instantaneously.
I outwit any plans and send them awry...
Nothing can stop me;
Except me:
For I am nothing.

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