A mid-winter night is congealing the ground of a forest. Outside the window, a snow storm has frozen everything. More than loving someone, to judge that life equally to that of the others, he had to value it impartially, and impartially forfeit it.Įven when he was with someone precious to him, he would always seem to be mourning.Īnd now, the man is being inflicted with the greatest punishment. He did know love.Įven when putting that one beloved life, and the countless number of perfect strangers, on the left and right of the scale. How many times was the man punished for that contradiction?
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There probably wasn’t any suffering for him.Īnyone’s delighted smile would fill his chest with pride, and anyone’s wailing voice would shake his heart.Īnger was added to his resentment, and he became full of regrets as his tears of loneliness longed for hands reaching out to him.Įven though he was pursuing an ideal beyond reason of the world of men - he too, was human. Had he carved that inviolable rule into his spirit sooner, he would have attained salvation.įreezing his young heart into necrosis, achieving his self as a measuring machine with neither blood nor tears, he kept on leading a life of sorting those that were to die, and those that were to live. To value everything in equal fairness, that would be the same as not loving anyone uniquely. With no discrimination, the man saved lives, and, with no discrimination, he killed.īut unfortunately, he realized that too late. With no regard to the humility of one’s existence, and with no regard to its age, all lives were weighed evenly. Never ever misjudging the value of a life. Never questioning the righteousness of his acts, nor ever doubting his goal, he forced himself to only faultlessly tip the scale. Therefore, rather than saving people for the sake of saving them, he excelled at the art of killing people.Īgain and again, he kept painting his hands the colour of blood, but the man never flinched. That is, to let the majority of people survive, he had to kill a minority of people. To save even one life on one side, he had to forsake one life on the other side. To abate the grief in this world, there was no other, more efficient way. He knew that for any existence in this world, the only two alternatives are sacrifice, or salvation…Īfter understanding that, he would never be able to empty the scale plates…įrom that day on, he set his mind to work on being the one to tip the scale. One that common people cannot understand. Or maybe, he might have been of the kind we call ‘Saints’, entrusted with God’s will. Maybe he was just the most foolish of all.
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It is a childish ideal that all young boys grow attached to at least once, one that they abandon once they grow accustomed to the mercilessness of reality.Īny happiness requires a sacrifice, something all children learn when they become adults. His wish was for everyone in this world to be happy that was all that he asked for. The tale of a man who, more than anyone else, believed in his ideals, and was driven to despair by them.