Monsters

Ghosts, monsters…slaves. Many have ghosts from their pasts, monsters in their heads. These often originate as fears, regrets, resentments. They end up enslaving all those who in denial, in betrayal, in cowardice, fail to confront them. Entrapped by self-imposed constraints, the apparitions of the past enthrall their deluded hosts.

What offends you, tempts you. What angers you, possesses you. In submission to the lies others live, the depravity of self-condemnation overwhelms. Between hypocrisy and truth, there is tolerance.

However beautiful you may be, or perceive yourself to be, if your heart is ugly, you are ugly – hideous, repulsive, grotesque. Monsters are only monsters if they have ugly hearts. When does a monster cease to be a monster? A monster, loved, is no longer a monster.

All monsters are human.

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