I Pray You'll Reach Damascus
“In my lifetime progress is slow, but undeniable, and while I might write you with fear of my own action's ramifications, know that change will remain a word as long as there isn't a means to accompany it.”
Dear Future Generations,
Flesh of my begotten flesh- how might I ever ask for your sovereign forgiveness with such mounting distance between you and I? Temporally eons away, yet we find ourselves having made land on shores not dissimilar in nature.
Christ, I wish for your world to be one of peace, and of growth. A world having reached actualization in spite of the efforts made by people like me. What's a letter written to you begging forgiveness if not the smoldering cigarette beside me, or the countless expanse of them I've deposited unto our Earth's unwilling soil? Never in question was my participation in the destruction, only my interest in finding salvation the way those left absolute in the Rapture might quest for God- the way a blind man might walk the Damascene path devoid with his destination unknown.
Humanity died at the hands of a blinded, Damascene Mankind long before even my inception, and longer still prior to yours. Yukio Mishima argued once that there no longer was to exist a great cause- that we continued to die for nothing as we always have, and will long continue to. Moreover, believe you me, that your paramount respect for this beautiful world around you is far and beyond cause enough to take action. In my lifetime progress is slow, but undeniable, and while I might write you with fear of my own action's ramifications, know that change will remain a word as long as there isn't a means to accompany it.
We- my generation- are to act as those means just as you are- just as we will continue to do so in freeing ourselves from the ties that bind us to our own Promethean mountaintop. Never were we to have created such a mess with the hopes that you would remedy it. Never were we to create such a mess with the hopes that our own lives would cease prior to that of the Earth. Yet, we've all to answer to someone, and the third, and fourth circles of Hell can only be so full. Never were we to have bestowed misanthropy and malcontent upon you, but I believe in your abilities to move forward with what progress we accomplish today.
Time and again, I can never apologize enough- yet I believe in you child, just as my generation always has.
Cheers.
