The Monk (Sins of Humanity)

The days were lost and nights were endlessly deep enough to make a man weep in the dense of the dark and from the abyss, the monk of the sins of humanity, wanted to attain atonement for the greed of man, as he was not just repenting for sin of self but for all the souls lost in an idiopathic purgatory that purged all light from the souls of good men, an evil none like any other the monk had felt contaminated by the infestation of the heart of his beloved earth, he seemed to carry all the scars on his back, as he believed the pain of humanity, can only be at peace when one feels and understands as that might be the way out!

As the promise land in a context of one man's burden of the world or the delusion to escape the norms and confines of earthly humans and the variant effects it grabs to keep making it work for them, as he believed self-interest corrupted and infected the souls of human kind or either it was his justification for his fear from all he seeks to vanquish, lack of faith made him weak but not a decrease in his faith in self nor in the power of divinity but the faith of humanity, as if the confidence of God is not enough for the human of now. It's never enough but the monk kept going, carrying the weight of the universe, in pain and in his meditation, the act of meditative release was a construction he was blessed with since the monk's genesis of spirit and soul, it used to help him channel his sorrow and grief and an intolerance for the purpose being fulfilled into a wider range of self and the singularity he believed to be a part of it helped to calm his human shell, as the journey was with the body but not by it, the monk was guided by the energy of the soul and 'used' was a relative term to show how he still had faith in the connection, but as an advocate of peace he needed something tangible to progress the pain into peace so the people might be able to choose to find freedom within the mundane madness of the contained loops of a 'life'. He set out to leave the monastery, knowing the energy of a greater entity was guiding his path now, though unexpectedly the journey was to find God, with self. Without realization, though a journey of the human soul, usually leading us to one singular energy that flows in all.

He began with an old robe on his back, and blessed his nothingness as it was the nothingness that brought most of the conscious progression to the monk.

Walking into a world he saw as child and all he could recall, that it was just green depth for miles, though as he stepped into the first plain of populous, his eyes teared up as he couldn't help to escape that reality and began to meditate, though his eyes were raining with the sorrow of a truth not to be seen, is shown to contextual fools and he concentrates on the image of a dire and dry desolation, famines of soul, it wasn't that they didn't exist but they had consciously sedated their souls to their state of being.

To face this unfortunate reality the monk began a new ritual of patience and meditated more as his bodily cage couldn't rest to act with wild obscure aggression he hadn't felt before but was all to familiar with, but the mind and soul believed in cultivating the thought, so with his tears now of restless anger, weren't stopping and neither was the monk in his mediation trembling and shaking in rage.

Finally the concentration took him to a path of focus and as the monk had been reenergized, the humans of the Town of Ruins seemed very uncomfortable to see a man of peace walking on the grounds of destruction.

Blessed be his belief in singularity that the human of Ruins did not see his weakness but instead the monk could act like nothing had ever bothered him in the span he had lived, that awareness actually humbled the monk who sympathised with their condition and empathise with the soul of the one's capacitated in the illusion of there is 'good' in all, the monk to quench his drying vessel from the thirst turned to the first vendor he could ask but no one seemed to have water, and all pointed him to the man who stared with hate, an avoidance advancing toward the monk's immediate reality.

The monk psychologically prepared himself for a response of peace which the people of the ruins weren't ready to hear as a truth so simple yet so nessacary that it was enough to shake the fabric of that fragile time into a more oblique view, as the liquidation of that world's construct of time was dependent on a few realities the people had to accept and whole heartedly had to belief.

To exist in that time period as the monk's years of solitude had kept him from a truth he once avoided, that the sun and the moon had been monopolized.

The ruins was the haystack, and the monk had now been struck with a memory, a re-affirmation to the needle, as he did not know the rules of the universeses beyond the shell of the monastery keeping him conducive to truths that had been made obsolete.

And before the monk could speak,

he was casted out of the sands of time and thrown into a life time never to return again, a moment of now in the memory of the universe, the monk saw himself entering into a vessel from an earth lost and forgotten.