Devoid of real feeling, the Dictator treads his lonely way along his chosen, barren path.
All around him is life, in its shared love and simplicity, but he stays true to the vastness of his egoic channel, long baked by hate into clay that will not sustain growing things.
Behind him, the mountains of ambition keep him focussed on the goal, which he thinks is glory… but really is the ocean, where the parts of his body and brain will be rolled, crushed and broken, before Nature recycles him into dusty history to which we may point, but from which few learn…
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.