The Remedying Switch

The altruist had been wronged many times over. He hadn’t changed. He had vowed not to. The connections he thought existed had long reached a breaking point and had drifted apart flowing unhindered by the chains that had held them for long. Yes, the connections had turned into debilitating chains. Here he was, sitting all by himself on one of the dusty, forgotten nooks he had asked to be built. All wasn’t that bad. His long-winded debates with men of reason had left him confounded.

He was not blinking, his mind was void of thoughts and he was waiting for nothing. The time had come. He shook his head to break his idle reverie and get into that spirit as of a Phoenix rising from its ashes. He now understood he wasn’t sane when he had thought he was, entering that Ulysses pact. Things needed to be turned around. The circumstances were too engaging and the denouement was still far. His condition couldn’t be more deplorable but this dark horse was starting to gallop and had been waiting for this final dash. The futility of his previous undertakings had eventually struck him straight, and had left him wounded, the justification for his present state. He was confronted with an impasse with just one way out. The path he had always despised.

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It was now guiltlessly obvious to him. ‘I’ precedes ‘They’. The supremacy of Self, the significance of living as a source for oneself and not for others became strikingly clear. There exists a potential Ubermensch in every man. All it needs is the kick to be stirred and awakened. Constant internal specere that had been going on in the back of his mind all his life had reached a conclusion. Much to his disappointment, it was in favour of what he feared and loathed. His delusions of the past had been steered to relative obscurity. He sat there completely illuminated even though the surroundings could not be more dulling.