Past and recent associations have caused me to stare off into the distance as my mind tries to wrap itself around the concept of cruelty as it relates to humanity and relationships. When does something go from someone just being mean to someone being downright cruel? Is it like the difference between anger and rage where anger is about what is happening in someone's life right then and there and rage is about what is happening in someone's life but is also about what has happened in that person's past as well? Is "cruelty" also about not only having a human dark streak but going one step further to "become" the acting out of that darkness. If the line between sanity and insanity is a fine one, could it also be that the line between passionate love and blatant cruelty is also woven from gossamer threads?
I have decided that "cruelty" is a power tool... but one that is used to cut into the souls of those who care... those who love... those who have compassion. It is the radical severance of the spirit from the body... when it is used, it forces one's soul to attempt to jump outside of the body for its own survival. It is not only the tool of the dark spirits we share this earth with but it is the horrible battering of a tender heart, caught in the maelstrom of another soul's inevitable destruction.
To deliberately inflict needless pain... To feel empowered by one's ability to crucify the very heart and spirit that has loved them... To gain false strength from the sight of pain in the eyes and heart of someone who loves us... To deliberately and with malice, destroy another human being's sparkle and love of life... To slowly or radically disembowel the human spirit, either at once or over time... is, in and of itself, evidence of the darkened spirit coming to life...
As we are lifted by angels, so are we crushed by demons... the walking, talking, evil form of "cruelty"...
And we battle on... in God's love, we trust that we are worth the fight and with faith, believe that our final victory will restore those vital pieces that were cut from our spirits.. when we dared to love...