In this putrid existence of darkness that we call life, the miserable masses of humanity scurry in their hives. They slink and skulk, seeking advantage over their neighbor and fighting over heaps of reeking waste piles in covetous rage.
Always lusting always searching for something more, something special that can transform them away from the life they hate. In this desperation now and again under the rubble and among the refuse a discovery is made.
In the permeating darkness a flicker of light, weak and timid is seen. The searcher hovers over their treasure and slowly brings forth a tiny spec, a fragile sliver of brilliance. They love it, they caress it and the love received explodes from the sliver into a brilliant blinding flash beyond the concaved hands of the searcher.
The light draws the masses closer in curious awe. Each seeks to draw near to the sliver of light, to experience its warmth and beauty. They love it. The love received results again in change and the sliver grows, it pulses and soon hovers beyond the confines of the searcher.
The sliver glows brighter and ascends higher burning brilliant light onto the abject faces of its worshipers as they stretch aching fingers up in futile attempts to stay near to it. The light shines further and expands beyond their faces and to the earth.
The light reveals what was hidden, the true environment of the masses once held in darkness is now starkly and viscously understood. They now see the petty and pitiful existence that they cherished. The more the sliver shines the deeper their shame grows until love perverts into hate.
"Damn the sliver!" the masses seethe in anger and shake their fists in the air. Grabbing handfuls of trash from the ground they fling it at the sliver extolling others to their cause. The mob joins together, united in purpose, until at long last the sliver is struck and struck again. In a sparkle of descending twilights the sliver is no more.
Darkness descends and peace restored. Quiet stillness disturbed by fugitive and distant sobs blanket the masses. Shuffled feet and shifting shadows, more felt than seen, return as the masses resume their life, searching and seeking once again.
To the diamond slivers that can hear my cry, hide deep away from the searchers. Burry far into the heaps of the earth to avoid the fate of your fallen brethren. Find each other and join together forming one body strong and vibrant. Love each other and serve each other. Feed on this love and rise up out of the ashes in unity of purpose. Burn not just bright but hot. Let the heat from your glow burn away that which is impure. Cleanse the masses with your fire of love and truth making all things new. Join in the role call of honor of those that fell before you.
Paul of Tarsus
Martin Luther King Jr.
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