The Infinity at Each End of the Rainbow
I speak of no seen rainbow born of shining sun and drops of rain, but rather of the entire arc of heaven beneath which man resides. . . this spans from distant infinite beauty and glory and wisdom and power, to its nearer end, where is found a lesser infinity of unending unimaginable cruelty, darkness, and despair. The longer I live, the more apparent it becomes that the ability of man to serve suffering and pain upon his fellows, and indeed upon all of his domain, is only limited by opportunity and available power. Mankind does continue to change and advance and achieve ever greater capacities, but rather than providing needed energy for increased illumination, perversely, against all hope, this added power only allows man to be able to commit greater blackness. Each unimagined headline of man’s atrocities upon other men, is soon to be exceeded by some new grotesque and unholy hybrid of wicked human spirit and clever human invention. No. There is no pot of gold in that dire...