The last straw in my life that set me on a course of spiritual self-preservation, resulting in the origin and enlightenment of a new philosophy for mankind. <br /> <br />“Sometimes, something so bad happens, the soul can’t rest.” —The Crow <br /> <br />There is no need to be afraid. This image of dark vengeance is startling, I know. Pursuers tend to assume traits of the pursued. In a battle against open evil, this is the form which the good must take. You have seen me before, in the desperate need for a guardian—one who should have been there. I watched the betrayal you felt when no one came to rescue your innocence. I saw your tortured, valiant effort to understand what they had made of this world and why; so I left to discover the answer. I will not bring you harm. This hostile, vibrant force is protective; look closely: yes, that’s right; strength, certainty and amusement; a portal to the world you expected this one to be. What did you think would be on the other side? I have returned, to pull you out and take you there. We are to be the victims of the soulless, no longer. Battered? Bruised? I know. But I’m back now, and it’s going to be alright. Where was I? <br /> <br />Visit EthicsUnderground.com for more details on the philosophy of Moral Armor.
