Author: Gianni Truvianni
Once upon a time there was a child who had enormous powers beyond even his own comprehension though where he obtained them was never made clear to any of those around him nor were the reasons for him wielding them. Naturally, those who accompanied him too had powers but not to equal his own though they too lived eternally as did he who they called “God” while they were referred to as “Angels”. Amongst these Angels; it was the one who was given many a name which stretched from “Lucifer” to “Satan” who was mightiest of all. The spoilt child was specially close to this one who though under him in power even surpassed him in devious ways of deception which in concert they would use to their mutual benefit and mirth.
All of those in the place called “Heaven” had a fondness for one another but none could rival the spoilt child and this special Angel; for what came between them was an understanding that needed not explanations to them for they were one of the same and were they differed they complimented one on another by possessing what the other lacked. This union would come to be vital as time surpassed in its relentless ways; in greatness that could not be accounted for by measure. This in contrast to the limited patience of the spoilt child that reached his with the angels he had created. Truth could be found that they were his friends and he could count on them to remain as such but yet were theirs was respect; worship it was not for what in him should requite it of them?
Had the spoilt child’s creations which were the Angels been handed too much strength that they needed not bow down to his every whim as he had originally intended them to or perhaps now desired them to? Was the case one that like he their time was unlimited and were not ones to require him to the point of feeling the longing to look up to in awe of what he was for they were not so much below him? Reasons, there might have been but this was not a matter as what was at issue in place was the “ego” of he who in error made his companions too much to his own strength. This leaving them no room for what he praised as truly being subjective to him. Regret was his; for in his desire to prove what he could accomplish. He undoubtedly had over played his generosity with these creatures which he now needed with argument more so then they did he. Long for them to kneel to him he did yet in all he knew he had not installed in them such notions as they even inhabited his home where they would do so for all time to come.
Sadness compiled with despair was what came over the spoilt child who had so much wanted to be all to those he created in having their adoration, fear of his judgment and so much more but in this he had been introduced to the failure of his own magnificence which witnessed him change to take up the ways of the egotistical, self-centered and aloof. All to an even greater extent then his past had known.
The spoilt child was one who defined the eternal meaning of what never could end for it had always been and would be. This however made him one who would and could not change or progress for doing so had a significance of moving forward which would have lead to a point which undoubtedly and inevitably would have lead to a conclusion that would have been a termination to not only himself but those that encompassed him. Stagnation was theirs of those in heaven as his was theirs and theirs was his for if the present does not alter; if it is always what be then and if it be such there can not be a future and without this ingredient the past also does not exit for all we contact is now. All this made a world where ideas where not new; for they had been played out and put on to practice but problematic this was for what could be the way to give raise to new as opposed to simply developing the already created.
The spoilt child’s knowledge was great for he knew all; with nothing escaping his awareness however his was the lack of progress in being able to make use of the facts he had stored in his mind that would have lead to wisdom. For though he was powerful there were certain realities which he could not change with one counting among them that wisdom only was to be taken and henceforth had by those who applied it in their experience but how could he accomplish this? To gain such which he wanted but feared for many a reason.
His might not be charm like he had only known to exist but pain and suffering but without crossing these bridges his destination would not be reached but above all their was a price for what he needed most. This precisely worded being mortality; a sacrifice of his immortality would have to be made for this experience of all the beauty of the senses would have to be made. All would be and could be his but only for time that be limited for when it was handed in eternity, appreciation was decreased as abundance gave less significance to what was to be had. If he tasted the food it meant he could hunger for it, if he had youth it left him with no alternative but to have its opposite and if his had known the joy of a begging that sees hopes arise; it like a top to a bottom where one can not be if there is not the other an end was bound to arise which strong as he might be he would not defer from himself. The flesh was what he lusted for but this too implied that it could wither; if his being should be composed of it though the touch of another might bring ecstasy like neither him nor those around him would ever experience for theirs were not bodies but spirits that had not a home that time or others could devastate.
Emotions, passions, ecstasy, yearnings, lust and all that was of true grandeur he was denied of as in him they had no use; for this was not a structure that he would though could have for where there was a front there was a back and he knew he could not have for himself what he truly wanted; as the result would be renunciation of the spirit he was which represented what would always be and never alter or progress. His dilemma, this was greater though for even if he could alter the rules and gain his goals without making his being wither; another complication it would create which Lucifer warned him of. If the spoilt child were to have his way and take joy from that which had become to be true grandeur; would not suffering be applied or emerge from him if he were to taste what was truly grand and have it snatched from him by its absence. Torture would be his to savor if true grandeur were to come and leave behind emptiness for true grandeur’s avoid after having entered would reach beyond even his eternity.
What options did the spoilt child have but to never gain what his fear of consequence would always deny him? If he could or would not dare then an idea was planted in him by his beloved Lucifer. Another group of beings would have to be created; who were far less powerful then himself or those around him, those who could never cause ill to him, those he could rule as he wished and even torture when his will or need for amusement called for it. Always under the pretext that his will was not leading them. He would have his worshipers, who would adore him and place him even beyond themselves though they would be but experiment to him whose height would sore so much above them that they would have alternatives limited to worshiping or be accompanied by the wrath he could not display on his Angels. Disposable they would be bearing the names of Humans while installing in them the trepidation of him which he overlooked for the ones he had created before.
All of those in the place called “Heaven” had a fondness for one another but none could rival the spoilt child and this special Angel; for what came between them was an understanding that needed not explanations to them for they were one of the same and were they differed they complimented one on another by possessing what the other lacked. This union would come to be vital as time surpassed in its relentless ways; in greatness that could not be accounted for by measure. This in contrast to the limited patience of the spoilt child that reached his with the angels he had created. Truth could be found that they were his friends and he could count on them to remain as such but yet were theirs was respect; worship it was not for what in him should requite it of them?
Had the spoilt child’s creations which were the Angels been handed too much strength that they needed not bow down to his every whim as he had originally intended them to or perhaps now desired them to? Was the case one that like he their time was unlimited and were not ones to require him to the point of feeling the longing to look up to in awe of what he was for they were not so much below him? Reasons, there might have been but this was not a matter as what was at issue in place was the “ego” of he who in error made his companions too much to his own strength. This leaving them no room for what he praised as truly being subjective to him. Regret was his; for in his desire to prove what he could accomplish. He undoubtedly had over played his generosity with these creatures which he now needed with argument more so then they did he. Long for them to kneel to him he did yet in all he knew he had not installed in them such notions as they even inhabited his home where they would do so for all time to come.
Sadness compiled with despair was what came over the spoilt child who had so much wanted to be all to those he created in having their adoration, fear of his judgment and so much more but in this he had been introduced to the failure of his own magnificence which witnessed him change to take up the ways of the egotistical, self-centered and aloof. All to an even greater extent then his past had known.
The spoilt child was one who defined the eternal meaning of what never could end for it had always been and would be. This however made him one who would and could not change or progress for doing so had a significance of moving forward which would have lead to a point which undoubtedly and inevitably would have lead to a conclusion that would have been a termination to not only himself but those that encompassed him. Stagnation was theirs of those in heaven as his was theirs and theirs was his for if the present does not alter; if it is always what be then and if it be such there can not be a future and without this ingredient the past also does not exit for all we contact is now. All this made a world where ideas where not new; for they had been played out and put on to practice but problematic this was for what could be the way to give raise to new as opposed to simply developing the already created.
The spoilt child’s knowledge was great for he knew all; with nothing escaping his awareness however his was the lack of progress in being able to make use of the facts he had stored in his mind that would have lead to wisdom. For though he was powerful there were certain realities which he could not change with one counting among them that wisdom only was to be taken and henceforth had by those who applied it in their experience but how could he accomplish this? To gain such which he wanted but feared for many a reason.
His might not be charm like he had only known to exist but pain and suffering but without crossing these bridges his destination would not be reached but above all their was a price for what he needed most. This precisely worded being mortality; a sacrifice of his immortality would have to be made for this experience of all the beauty of the senses would have to be made. All would be and could be his but only for time that be limited for when it was handed in eternity, appreciation was decreased as abundance gave less significance to what was to be had. If he tasted the food it meant he could hunger for it, if he had youth it left him with no alternative but to have its opposite and if his had known the joy of a begging that sees hopes arise; it like a top to a bottom where one can not be if there is not the other an end was bound to arise which strong as he might be he would not defer from himself. The flesh was what he lusted for but this too implied that it could wither; if his being should be composed of it though the touch of another might bring ecstasy like neither him nor those around him would ever experience for theirs were not bodies but spirits that had not a home that time or others could devastate.
Emotions, passions, ecstasy, yearnings, lust and all that was of true grandeur he was denied of as in him they had no use; for this was not a structure that he would though could have for where there was a front there was a back and he knew he could not have for himself what he truly wanted; as the result would be renunciation of the spirit he was which represented what would always be and never alter or progress. His dilemma, this was greater though for even if he could alter the rules and gain his goals without making his being wither; another complication it would create which Lucifer warned him of. If the spoilt child were to have his way and take joy from that which had become to be true grandeur; would not suffering be applied or emerge from him if he were to taste what was truly grand and have it snatched from him by its absence. Torture would be his to savor if true grandeur were to come and leave behind emptiness for true grandeur’s avoid after having entered would reach beyond even his eternity.
What options did the spoilt child have but to never gain what his fear of consequence would always deny him? If he could or would not dare then an idea was planted in him by his beloved Lucifer. Another group of beings would have to be created; who were far less powerful then himself or those around him, those who could never cause ill to him, those he could rule as he wished and even torture when his will or need for amusement called for it. Always under the pretext that his will was not leading them. He would have his worshipers, who would adore him and place him even beyond themselves though they would be but experiment to him whose height would sore so much above them that they would have alternatives limited to worshiping or be accompanied by the wrath he could not display on his Angels. Disposable they would be bearing the names of Humans while installing in them the trepidation of him which he overlooked for the ones he had created before.
About the Author:
My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. As for the details regarding my life I would say that there is nothing that lifts them above the ordinary. I was born in New York City in 1967 on May 21st and am presently living in Warsaw, Poland where I wrote my first book “New York’s Opera Society” now Available on Amazon.
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