Why bartemeus

My inner monologue which has been a bit bipolar of late not in an over aggressive manner but in a malevolent sarcastic unrequited loathing of most things human which may be a goal most of us should cease striving for indicates to me that the Instigator has more faces than facets
has more aces than assets of the spiritual kind but he only has half a mind to work with. Can only factor half of the equation. Can only exist and subsist in the negative spectrum of reality.
And though he is most adept at defiling beauty, at undermining tranquility, he lacks choice. He lacks the ability to operate outside his own nature. He lacks the ability to adapt and thus to survive major transition. He can only pretend to become what he is not. A purveyor of truth and an Nthstrument of fate. For fate does not mean the absence of choice, my dear, not in this case. It means the fulfillment of oath and the keeping of promise. It means blood sworn in the light gleaming off irony's serious side. Attuned to unite but doomed to divide.

Go ahead ask me if my heart is pure. Know my answer when I bow my head and shake it softly.

Go ahead ask me how I know with absolute certainty that my heart is not pure. I wouldst answer thee. Because, I cannot see, God.