You laugh now, but the tables will turn. Refrain from always seeking malicious jest at the expense of your felloman’s weakness, of pleasure-hunting for laughs where others are vulnerable. I see you, and you should know that every pernicious word you frivolously utter now are magnetic signals that automatically unsheathes the sword of justice to strike. Every drop of ridiculing venom fashions faultlines that encirles you spiritually which–through continued defamation–triggers the movement of menacing tectonic plates whose cataclysmic shocks will painfully convulse you into a silence through the inexorable reprisals. Your words of vitriol invisibly marks the spot where the lumberjack of reaping will be ordered to ferociously swing the axe of reckoning.
Through the unrestrained condemnation of verbal crucifixion, your tongue meticulously polishes the wood upon which you also will be verbally crucified in future…and with a commensurate force as pitiless as the one you now employ to verbally thrust nails! Only then will the mocking laughs cease and, in severe affliction of soul, will you learn to serve others instead of harshly mocking their shortcomings for your own casual pleasure…or at least learn to keep silent where your words cannot engild and uplift.
As you imbalance the scales to asymmetrically lean through scorn, so do you unknowingly summon the iron of justice of cast it’s impartial weight and thereby reinstitute an uncompromising equilibrium.
For each, the mirror can sometimes be the ugliest thing to examine, so to avoid this we search elsewhere with criticism. We counter the emptiness in our souls by chastising the foibles in another. Forsooth, therein lies the crescendo of pusillanimity! Foison fie.
As an observer, the ugliness of a spectacle often comes to show us a window into our own hearts. Accepted and digested.
~Ikenna Q Ezealah