Our grasp of the picture of the devil from our apparent hindsight that we are capable of discerning good from evil, is that the Devil is the ultimate of all that is evil, his form the ultimate of all that is unpleasant, his wickedness is the ultimate that a mind is capable of, his words is the sharpest and deadliest of swords, his home the convocation of sin. You cannot see him, nor can you touch him, lest you too be consumed by fire and be destruction's incarnate. His power is beyond you, leaving you in leaps and dangles on a thin fine line; a fraction of him in you can empower you to unfathomably surpass others in any of your perilous pursuits. Yet you despise his very existence, his image, and you are genuinely afraid of losing your soul you claim to own.
This is me shedding some sympathy for the Devil. This is the self Lucifer loathes, the embodiment of all that is wrong with this world. He cannot come to you as who he really is. He has not the face that anyone has seen, yet we paint him so vividly. But what do you expect to see when the devil taps your shoulder, and you turn back to stare in his face?
I could be wrong. Perhaps i am wrong. As far back as i can remember, The Rolling Stones' called him 'a man of wealth and taste' in the song "Sympathy for the Devil". Maybe he doesn't need my sympathy. Maybe he isn't so ugly. Maybe he's more prevalent in this world than you think, by that i meant, the current workings of contemporary times.
Maybe we ought to take him more seriously, as he silently plots in this so called globalisation and the creation of a better, if not infinite world. You think about it. My sympathies for the devil from all the Hollywood blockbusters which portray him so graphically in his outward appearance, without ever knowing how he ever looks like. My idea is that he is unequivocally adept at creating the images that we want to see of him.
