The Force of Destruction and Other Matters

Hmmm...I fought Death for the title of the Panic Daemon of Destruction... Why is this so important to me? What does Destruction mean to me? Since you're here, I'll assume that you are so desperate for human contact (or Daemonic contact) that you are willing to put up with my "buggy jiving", so here goes...

Destruction, the misunderstood force, is a tool of climactic change. It is the tearing down of the old, the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly, the journey from one extreme to the other with Death (my traveling companion) and Life at the ends, undertaken every time we blink our eyes. Destruction is the meaning behind the all-pervasive symbol of fire--consuming all that it touches, burning and cleansing at the same time. We fear it, but cannot escape it...or deny it. Nor should we. Without Destruction, we do not change...without change, we do not grow...without growth, we stagnate...and when we stagnate, Death comes knocking (just ask It).

Destruction is always the tearing-down of barriers, but it does not have to be the force of "evil" such as it is often visualized. These are associations which have accumulated in the minds of the fearful...those afraid of change, afraid of the unknown. Destruction can just as well be constructive, or positive--in this aspect, it is growth, pure and simple. To build upon fertile ground, we must first tear down the old and outdated structures that are already there...

When you open yourself to change (to Destruction), you expose yourself to...yourself, for lack of better terminology. You gaze into the mirror of the soul, without the protective shield of illusion, and see the truth for the first time...not often a very pretty sight. Thus the fear...and the hatred...and the consequent suppression.

Construction of the Self has gradually become an honored activity in many circles...now, fight for your right to Destruction of the Self! Hurrah!

Now that you have stared Destruction in its merciless and empty eyes and begun your inner journey...why not further shock your comfortable beliefs by chatting with Death and Doom?

Leaping the Bonfire
I’m afraid of the fire
For it calls to the depths of my soul,
As the flames are coaxed still higher,
I feel only the bitter, uncertain cold.
I’m afraid of the song,
Because it might be of me,
Don’t want to hear of my rights or my wrongs,
Because there are parts of myself I cannot see.
I’m afraid of the flames,
Because they burn what they touch,
Agents of unknown aims,
Creating and destroying equally much.
I’m afraid of the dance,
I know not where it leads,
Unable to throw myself to chance,
To become fertile to unknown seeds.
I’m afraid of the sun,
For the warmth of his call,
If I stop thinking I am the only one
Will I remain apart from the all?
I’m afraid of the dark,
For within it is the light of dawn,
I turn my face from the awaiting ark
That will carry me on.
I’m afraid of the light,
Because I don’t want to see,
For if I look into the night—
All that looks back is me.

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