“The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague, who shall say where one ends and another begins” -Edgar Allan Poe He stood on the chair thinking. Thinking about love and loss and most profoundly, life. He shall stay unnamed for he is only a shadow figment of the society the commune. Lingering just over the ground in the vacant house the silence is ringing. Vitality is a multiplex of ideas and dreams regenerating in all forms of modern silhouettes.
The man stands with a slant to the right, the cruel words from the commune echoing in his head screaming of worthlessness with acute points that punctures confidence and trust. The commune can be compressed into a copious of teirs, that tower high above our simple schedules. The commune is complex, but still flows in a fluent system. The lucrative businesses that provides the banknotes. And the population all functions in sync. The judgemental commune that watches every move, every step, and will critique you.
If you don’t function with the crowd than you will be fixed into perfection to the commune’s affection. The thought of being wealthy corrupts feelings of selflessness and the thought of poverty scares people into a working state. Therefore the commune uses both thoughts and holds the chance of wealth in front and poverty in back. Like a dog the population soon heeds to whatever the commune wants. The population is split into separate classes. The Explorer, he is one that seeks new elevations through every adventure that he encounters. Young at heart he walks the line of new experiences.
He seek originality and his core yearns for discovery. The Aspirer who is driven by the perceptions of others and heeds to what others demand. He is consistently more aware about the way that others perceive him than his own values and originality. His need in life is status. The Succeeder, he holds self confidence and have strong goals of accomplishment. He is normally organised and stressed but holds places of responsibility in the commune. As a result his main need in life is control. The Reformer highly values his own independent judgement.
He is socially aware and more often than not seen leading the commune. He seeks authenticism, and his core goal is for enlightenment. The mailstream, they live in the life of the domestic and have regular repeating schedules. They perceive themselves as “we” more than “” and value family and company. Their core need in life is security. The Struggler, he sees the world as a cage and often sees himself as a victim, a loser, a waste. He has few resources other than his own man power and sometimes weigh down the commune. His core struggle in life is for escape.
The Resigned, these are the elders that have built up many traits in their life. They celebrate the past and are driven by the need of security. Their main goal now is to survive. All different they work together for the commune and fluently they create a society. All these complex ideas cycled through the man’s head as he tries to convey then into a comprehensible way. He thought about which one was him, and concluded he was a struggler, and has no worth even in his small commune. His room was stripped of all signs of wealth and liquor bottles scattered the floor.
He no longer feared poverty as he did before, fore he had never tasted the candied life, and had looked reality in the eyes and faced the cold truth of the financial state he was in. Then the man started thinking one again, this time centered around Fire and Ice. “Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire Thold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. ” – Robert Frost The age old question, will the world end in fire or ice.
But what if the poem doesn’t talk about the end of the world but the power that each person possesses to destroy one another. With feelings with a more romantic touch has taught him about warmer feelings such as lust or love. These feelings can turn the world into an erupting fireball. But many have also experienced the other extreme. A freezing feeling of hate. Hate also reserves a destructive power. Love gets all the attention but hate is the quiet killer. It may not be as splendor but it will corrupt the world just as accurately the man thought. “I would go with ice” the man thought to himself.
Ice freezes quickly but lust kills slowly the man agreed with himself, plus the man had never known love, and the bitter taste of rejection was all he had. His mind now on a different, more dismal, path, thought about an old concept that had started a mental war long ago, he now had an answer for himself. If you could conclude your animation, without hurting yourself or those around you, would you do it? He saw the dark, gloomy parts of the world but also saw the pure beauty in the world. “But all I see is the dimmed” the man thought as he stepped off the chair. On a rope, he greeted death for his escape.
