The Soul of Man takes in millions of pixels of contrast. From the breathtaking to the ugliest nastiness, all sort of combinations are possible. The heart of a human is the stock from where contradiction sprouts _"I contradict myself", in W. Whitman's words.
And thus, painful and discouraging as it can be, the flowers of evil find always a way in every heart. Shoots and stems, leaves and knots of pure madness push their way out in a net of entangled shrubbery. The structure of the human heart is not crystal, but amorphous and anisotropic; its poundings, whimsical and obstinate when have to be. Heart and soul are pieces of the same unbridled machine that time ago turned against the hatched egg, against the human host. The seed of Prometheus lays still and mindful within the very heart of the Zeus-man.
Do not get deluded. It is not any surprise that criminals turn very well to be shocking and sensitive traps. Social schemes have sufficiently proved themselves misleading when identifying or, at least, searching for a lead in the quest and capture of Evil. Normal guys and friendly girls are indeed, in times, the perfect incubus or succubus, respectively. And who could tell?
John Ford: a genius in the art of movie pictures. However, he suffered from the illness of those who despised, abused and wrong people whom love them more. John Ford: a likely lacker of empathy, and a heavy drinker.
If you fight against your contradictions, what will it remain left of you? You shall be better guy, a good-er, but shall you be more human as well? I mean, if keeping and accepting your contradictions, can you still grow and improve?
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