The view from my tower

Lately I've felt like being a strong fortress, standing in the middle of this world, in which I am all alone. All around me, I can see the world decay, I see evil, sadness, stupidity, and selfishness; my fortress stands in a swamp. And most of all, I see disrepair; and the work it would take, and the time it would take, to fix the swamps of our world so that people will not sink in them and drown in sorrows. I'd love nothing more than to bring all those lost souls into my fortress, because I believe that here they will be happy, and that here they would be in peace and free of sorrow and agony. But the poor souls won't come, they don't see. They don't see things like I see them; they are blind to the view that I give them: I am alone. That's one of the greatest reasons -if not the greatest- that I blog; I don't like being alone, so I look for other fortresses. Fortresses like Mark, Daniel, Michael, Ricardo, and all those other bloggers that got some sense between their ears; other souls that can see, that can hear. It gives me great joy and great hope to communicate with fortresses like you; hope that the world isn't such a horrible, fucked up place after all.

Unfortunately, these allied fortresses lay across an ocean of time and space, and my pigeons are tired and usually die before they reach even the closest fortress. So we had to put this glass-fiber cable through the marshes and through the swamps, which we then called Internet. Thus, great minds were connected; yet also corrupted, because the people from the wetlands, with their simple, selfish minds also bought a PC, and threw viruses, straight porn, and stupid videos on the glass-fiber cable, we thought we had protected so well. Their messages bothered me, and I sent out messages back, trying to teach them how to see; but it was a hard lesson for myself. I cannot make the blinded see, their blindfolds are too tight, and some have even lost their eyesight entirely. I hereby swear, to never start debate with the blind again, for they are incapable of seeing my truth, and I will only tire myself trying to make them. It should be easier for them to understand I do no longer wish to continue their futile debate because they do not understand me, because they are blind to my words.
Yet I will always seek to lift the seal from the eyes of those who still try to see. For I am no more man than the man that is drowning in the swamps, he deserves the chance that I can give. It is my duty to give my life for the world I live in; for it was this world that allowed me to build my fortress, I must help others construct their own. That is why I didn't unplug my fortress, to stay informed of the state in which the people of the marshes are, to see what the blind see, to watch their stupid videos. You may think I am an ivory tower, and maybe I am, but then; aren't we all? We all have our own truths which we keep high above all other truths. My truth is displayed through this cable that connects, not only the great minds in their fortresses, but also the man from the swamp. The truth of the man in the swap is different from mine, like the truth of a predator is different from the truth of prey. Like the truth of the devil, is no less true than the truth of God; the difficult part, is to see, to feel, what truth, is good; and which truth, is evil.And no, I didn't work on this until after midnight; I'm posting it right now (00:24), but made it yesterday, I got a little bored and couldn't stop writing... God, I love blogging...