Is order an illlusion? Is chaos brought on by the instigation of order? Is chaos a presence that never ceases to exist? A lot of questions. Not enough answers. Maybe speculation but not answers. Chaos in my opinion is always present. It is everywhere. I haven't met a person who has no evil and only virtue. I have not seen a government or person in power without any signs of anarchy and disasterous judgement.

Order does not start chaos and it does not create it because of forceful intentions. Chaos has never left our presence because we humans are not void of chaos ourselves. It is always in the background. Order being an illusion only brings the underlying chaos to light. There has not been a hero who never struggles with his inner demons who created the chaos we do not see. They hide it. Each hero has made a mistake because of lack of judgement, hatred, anger, fear and sorrow. The chaos inside our heads and hearts is what we are made of. It controls us. Not us it. It makes our decisions.

There will never be order. That is a dream far from our reach. Our countries try to hide theirs with the false image of order because they know they can not achieve it. We destroy and destroy not only the environement but ourselves. Our species. We try to rid ourselves of the perpetuit chaos but we cannot. Without chaos we would not survive. Chaos gives us purpose, it gives us something to fight for. We know we would never live in order but we still fight and that to me is beautiful.

Chaos is a part of us and some of us gets lost in it and some use it to create a purpose. They use it to their advantage.

Humans are simple creatures at first glance. Basic. We all fight for something and we all either want to live or die for something. We are selfish and we are blind. We are insane and we are leading ourselves to our own demise. We self destruct. All of this is the summary of what a human is and what a human does but my teacher always said that a summary does not always tell us all we need to know. We are beautiful in our fall. We are gracious in our acceptance that our species is centered around the presence of chaos. We are brave in our fight for hope and order. So in the end chaos never really controlled all of us after all...

Challenge

Challenge of the Month IV: February

The Villain. Some villains may be innately evil. Others may be the product of unfortunate circumstance. Still others may simply be misunderstood - heroes willing to do the unsavory, but ultimately necessary deed. Tell the tale of a villain. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.

Simmi

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The Revealer

I am. That is all that is and will be. I am of flesh and I will be as rotten as flesh is meant to be. I will be dust after attending dinner underneath the lively always changing surface. In the end this flesh has a purpose. To feed the worms. I am honored to be their three course meal.

I am shrouded in mystery and my name is a synonym for any word that shows sign of the definition of evil or any subtle connection to it’s infite presence.

I am intrigued by the underlying battle that happens unbeknowst to us when a question has been plunged into reality. Logic and Mystery fight to the death. Logic often experiences a gruesome death. A noose wrapped around its tender neck. The rope rubs his neck as he squirms. He accepts defeat as the trap door opens. All you here is the splinter of bone muffled by the bruising of flesh and the explosion of veins as his breathing stops and you can here in the distance the cackle of mystery who came to watch the show. Mystery never really loses. When truth is brought to light the question does not dissapear from existance so in the end Mystery was never in danger of losing anything at all. It lives on even when the answer was said from curious mouths. That is why I love questions.

You could say people are walking questions. Living, breathing, walking. They are walking metaphors. I like to watch these Questions. I like to see them realize how petty they really are. How the truth of who they are and their frail human state is not as much of a mystery as they want it to be. Their underlying human faults are not unique. They all have some evil withered away in some corner. I bring it back to life. I show them the truth. The answer to the Question that is them. So you could say I never had to find out the answer. I knew it all along.

The way I show them is simple. It is in their eyes. Their eyes show me what words need to be said to coax the avoided evil into the irises in their eyes. It is beautiful to watch it flow into them, brightening up their ordinary faces. Of course they need to see it for themselves. The dark looming glint in their eyes. I do not always have a mirror handy, so I go for the next best thing. Show them their eyes the natural way. I do not enjoy causing pain but their screams have grown on me. They need to see. They need to see their true nature. They need to see the truth.

Those I pick are those I believe deserves the truth. They should be honored. My control over them gives them the chance to see who they really are. All of who they are.

I am known as The Revealer. The Revaler of Truth.

William Yates said that life is round and one cosmic event, one choice can make your life have meaning making the world and your life wider. I am the cosmic event. I am the one who makes their lives wider. I show them the chaos hidden beneath the illusion of order. I show them how foolish it is to believe in good when there is only bad and the mask of good. I am the puppeteer who masters his puppets with mercy. I do not control. I give independence, and as their eyes drop from my hand with a thud and roll on the ground leaving a smear of blood from their old selves I witness the life leave their eye and I know that they know the truth and have accepted it with open arms. They are now independent from the worlds lies in another place where they do not need to fear false order and society’s control. They are free. They now see that they all want to witness pain. They want to cause it. Pain is not a subject left for the imagination in this world and normal people make it a relevant subject so I wonder why they believe they are innocent when death itself does not make them release a shudder as it once did. Their society has accustomed them to it. They accustomed themselves to it. They give in to the evil.

As the days go by and the number of people I have saved increases so does the knowledge of my existance. People await my arrival. They anticipate my next move. They want to see the truth. They just don’t know it yet. For now the shadows will be my home and the fight for truth will be done in the wisps of night. They think this is a game but they can’t be further from the truth. This is not a game. This is a rescue. They just don’t know it yet.

This is the beginning of my story. Are you ready for your truth? Let’s find out.

From the perspective of The Revealer. A villain who sees himself as the hero. I believe it is safe to say they may be the most dangerous of them all.