rage. it is an inscrutable thing. absolute in itself and without a reason...it justifies itself in the same manner as God; by manifesting itself out of nowhere...
anger is caused, hurt is imposed, vengeance is brought upon, malice is induced...but rage...it comes from nowhere. or does it?
...are we all filled with rage? our entire being crafted out of sheer madness that every once in a while takes over and compels us towards the edge. an chasm that seems so enticing to leap into. to commit such violence that wild beasts would be shamed.
for some men, their rage is what makes them who they are...for men like Ahab.
*follow the link to experimental soup for the rest of the post.
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