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Me Tarzan. You Darkness (of others)

The older you get the more cognizant you are of the demons of others. Which (of course) is exceedingly difficult when you have a messiah complex or when you think you know of One.

I don't believe in (trust/follow/subscribe to the revering of) the demons; I think they're all bastards. But I don't deny they're there.

Friendship, I have found, is a great elixir in the combat of demons but -as I said at the beginning- every body has their assigned brood to destroy. And I've noticed that darkness is adept at waiting it out. This is why you'd find that after you've comforted someone; after you've pried the cold hands of the dark off theirs; after all this... Yours still waits in the shower for you. 

In Christianity, when dealing with actual demons, the Christ explained that once cast out, a demon goes through arid places looking for rest and if it doesn't, it finds seven demons stronger than itself and returns to the soul it was cast from. Which basically means you are screwed. Or else, screwed more in the end. ... This may underscore the reason behind the cycles of darkness that go and come along with us. And everyone has their share. 

Yours is the feeling of insecurity.

Mine might be life and death itself.

Her might be anxiety of parenthood.

His might be sexuality and finding love in the age of "don't bother".

There's a reason we say, "I'm fine." with strangers and acquaintances. Explaining the nature of your affliction might be corrosive to them in a world where they have their own. Can you even articulate further than a choked up syllable?

And since the darkness is not one size fits all, your fifty pound demon might be disdainful to me; I could snap his little neck. But to you, it's Hodor. How do you lift Hodor? And the 'disdain' comes from the knowledge or perception that yours is not mine; you should get over it. 

The ones who silences the darkness with prayer and pills are better than those who simply cry. Conversely, the ones who fight with nothing are more superior than those who rely on prayer and pills. Here's the truth: All are tired. All throw the white flag in the arena... And wait. 

Of course, being in an arena with others who know the/their darkness does help... Until somebody's dragon comes and takes them home. .. Too much Game of Thrones.

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