Humanity’s Piaculum
by Jonathan Quince
Friday, March 18, 2005 10:11:39
Humanity, I do command, yield forth this sacrifice. Upraise your best, your brightest souls, and send one to my hand. For, an I seek destruction, your doom’s wrath is not far-fetched: So prove me now a worthy soul, that thus I might renew.
Humanity’s great sins have wrought a troublous quand’ry for pow’r. The deities may not so be easily appeased of angers just. Burnt offerings and prayers are nay but worthless, trite, and ill-adjudged; the ancients’ ways of blasphemy shall grant you nought of freedom from your fears.
But show me something beautiful; encourage me to life. Give me one so pure that to possess, I feel desire. And with such a demonstrative and disciplined disciple, I shall have material true with which to build a newborn world.
Set all aside, avert your eyes, you undeserving masses. Start at the foundations; and thus carnally, fulfill my order so: A slave to serve me that her deeper goodness I may see. In her these ordered qualities, deliver her to me:
Talent. Genius, I do not necessarily require; rather, it is potential that I seek. Under my guidance, she must live up to all of that greatness of which pure humanity is innately capable, both by art and science. I have little use for one otherwise: An I desire a dimwitted personal servant, a dog would fulfill my needs without insulting human ability through his existence.
Integrity. Rarest of human qualities, greatest of human virtues: I do not request integrity; I demand it. Anybody without it shall wither and burn in the fire of my presence ere I cast such unworthiness out of my world and into the abyss.
Virtue. Integrity is virtue’s foundation; and atop it must a temple of morality be built. Education in matters of right and wrong must always be received by a strong instinct for truth and a deep love of Justice. As my personal servant who stands in my house, she must live up to my honor and mirror me in righteousness.
Strength. A weak slave shall be quickly destroyed under the weight of my hand; she must be strong enough to kneel before me. I care not if she might outwardly appear timid or shy: But I demand inner strength, strength of soul a strength which may been seen in flesh only by looking deep behind the eyes. I am a creator, forger of masterworks; and she is to be raw material for a model opus, a living example of human greatness fulfilled.
Masters of metalwork choose only the finest materials. Forged in heat of fire, wrought by stroke of hammer, the material selected must not crack or collapse or embrittle. An enduring work of beauty thus created uses the material’s inherent strength as an embodiment for the master’s genius. Likewise, she must rise to withstand and fulfill my most demanding forgework of body, mind, and spirit.
Beauty. I enjoy life in presence of beauty and ownership of the beautiful. Body, mind, and spirit must match each other, none betraying the others’ virtues by weakness. Therefore, she must be an object of physical beauty, a living masterpiece for my collection of artworks.
When she has been found, do yield her to my touch. For building upon that above, I look to create the impossible: A perfect human person. In submission shall she come to me, and in glory shall she kneel at my side.