The Truth About ______________

My frozen fingers have lost their touch. Yet the warm laptop continues to warm the lower part of my belly. There were times when my fingers danced to the tune of chaos or of jubilation. Now, they tread softly, with remorse, with prohibition and with a dreadful mindfulness.

These words are frozen in time. Lost in the sewage of cacophony. The blaring bass filled vibrations echoing in my head signals the wandering in the wilderness. I knew this time would come. The time when the words ceased flowing like the river of justice. Now, they're just a dam. Accumulating.

The truth about he, whose name must not be spoken is that he was merely a magnifying glass and a mirror. A mirror into the soul of the Filipino. He is rage personified. He is vengeance unleashed in a calculating manner. The Punisher. He will be what he will be. And the Filipinos soul will be exposed for what we all are.

No amount of dazzling coronation rendered meaningless by the stain of truth. As if somebody threw a bottle of black ink on a wedding gown. It was there all along. The raging beast, the agonizing chattering of teeth, the petulant bickering seen so many times in the slums of Tondo and in some decrepit province. This is what Filipino discourse has devolved into.

So many screaming voices with raging fists, make the little children clasp their ears tightly. The noise of the unceasing fights, like a domestic spat or a maelstrom of demons and evil spirits.

Pandora's box was opened. I tried to warn everybody, yet everybody insisted on opening it.

Now we are bound by fate to make harried decisions on things beyond our control. Ecclesiastes 1:9-11 aptly sets the context. The Holy and Mighty Roman empire that never was, will most likely crumble before it ever came to be.

So many revelations unfolding like the rolling of the bloody red carpet. Yes, the Filipino is unveiling itself in a monumentally blundering manner for all to see and to snicker at. It would have been a funny and tragic comedy were it not that the whole world is also unraveling itself.

Sometimes, I question myself. I question time and age. Do things really unravel in this manner at my age? Or do I just have a blunted perception of the reality of instant and real time news? Yet we are enamored by it. r/worldnews, r/philippines and dear Lord, facebook.

It seems that the only way to go forward in the mindless and heartless bleed out is the painstaking hobbling forward. Like hobbling forward with a bullet hole in the head. Keeping on keeping on, despite the fact that everything is rendered moot and academic by the time all the blood has been shed. Upon reaching the destination, the weary traveler simply succumbs. Yes, we have reached the end.

There we shall rest.