Falling Apart

I went to the park last night. It is still a place that needs to be reconciled, alone. Forgiveness seems like resignation - a final state that is adopted when hope and effort fails. [And this is when all is ~well.]

Roles are cast and we fall into them, because falling is easiest. The problem is that the longer one falls, the higher the chances of injury (upon impact): up to a certain point, and then it is death either way.

The altruist falls into the role of compassion. The good person. The characters complementary to the altruist are those who are unfortunate, those who have been dealt a raw deal by the big bad world, and they unite in their sufferings. One cast, one chosen. Suffering seems so dark and profound to the altruist.

The well of forgiveness goes down deeper and deeper. Falling and falling through the beneficent and infinite understanding of a God, and one's eyes fail: the reluctance to discriminate is succeeded by blindness. Two more characters are required. One represents beauty, hope; another is scapegoat.

The system is established and stable. The roles are tuned and vibrate properly when perturbed. The dialogue is predictable. [History.]