Beyond the Clouds

The conditions were sublime. Beauty, Truth and Freedom stood together in the booth ready to sing together when all of a sudden Beauty was seized by Love. He grabbed her around the waist and whispered that he didn't know whether this could help him. In fact, was so sure that he was wasting everyone's time - surely they had better things to do than to save him from Hate. Her chest tightened not knowing whether she should reveal the depth of feeling to him, not knowing whether it was better to say nothing and accept his predicament or whether to give him hope - hope that he was Love and will always be, no matter what hardship might befall him or feelings he had about who is felt he was.

She decided to reveal her secret in a way that would be understood by the heart and not with the brain. But he grimaced and grew angry. How immature and childish, how belittling and patronizing! So he fought back shouting at her to look at him and to stop treating him like a child. He still couldn't see the point - so futile was his life in a world that set seething dogs to get him and fools running after him with sharp knives all because he cut them off from greed and delusion.

How bored he was of life. He just couldn't see how anything could help anymore and though he wanted to hear that Truth might help, or that Freedom would work, what was never offered to him was the willingness to try and go into the ugly quagmire of the mind and feel the difficulties that came with two beings locked in conflict. Beauty's way was mysterious but lacked alot of will.

The will to walk into Truth and see the lies that he told her and others was missing. The will to struggle and fight with shadows locked within Freedom was weak. And the will to expose and uncover the bloodstained sheets within Beauty's cupboard was absent and so Love put on his coat, heaved a sigh and said thanks for nothing.