Cerebral Combustion
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all
Humans are successfully living up to the notion of being imperfectly perfect each day. Even the cosmic deities are confused as to whose bad karma belongs to whom. Undoubtedly, we are in the times of the dog eat dog world, that to be at an unsympathetic fault appears to be greatly unbearable especially when we want to vindicate ourselves with the incurable thought that we need to be absolutely justified in whatever we want to achieve, transmit, convey, think or manifest in our intentions despite the harm effectively committed.
Nobody is conceived out of perfectness and so nobody is born perfect. We are all of sin if not sin itself. With that factual anecdote, our lives are mostly tarnished with anything evil and we constantly trek in the path of the ways of the wicked. However, in a bizarre circumstance, it is of normal practice to most, to judge around the circle of the living except the self of the one judging. The me, the I, the formidable self. I am perfect. I am sure this holds true for anybody whose rationalizations of the sin done reverberate even unto the depths of the unimaginable. If one is accused of having sinned, and actually did, no one will, in point of fact, admit that a sin is committed. Fortunately, but not without trouble, some will haphazardly come clean but not without a number of hilariously pointless alibis in pretense of doing an absolute advantage for others -- I did it for you, I am only concerned for your welfare, I thought… blah-blah, etc. Notice how likely the I take the role of God. Now that is justice being put into the hands of the guilty and acquit the formidable self even before the rest of the adjudicators can calculatedly weigh upon the verdict.
We think we owe it to our selves to exempt others of perfection with our own unsolicited judgment. I might as well stab myself if I do not stand against being judged by others as being imperfect because obviously, not being a devotee of utmost perfectness, this so un-formidable self I own lives vicariously under the liberty of my own measures.
If one does not play as a supernatural being, wealth does it. The amount of riches one does have exactly is their license to look down upon the infamous, the deprived, and the needy. Is it the feeling of power, of having amassed a fortune, or of simply being a caricature of a lord in oneself because you have created a certain someone as opposed to not being someone instead? Self importance, I would like to think is pride, and that pride alone leads to judgment -- I am better. I am good. I am worthy. I have the right. And of course I am correct and you are not simply because I have made something out of myself and you are nothing.
On the other side, the judgment of the formidable self may be born out of the lingering hunger of attention and affection. Because one feels the misery of solitude and void of human attachment the I create a barrier of communication through argumentative remarks and idiotic commentaries mostly about anyone else's life except his own. This now, is a tragic habit inflected to the one being recklessly put in the chair of doom.
Men are predisposed to wickedness. You and I. No one is spared from being in the list of the book of sins. No one is born god only foolish individuals who believe they are. We are of one kind, of one dirty flesh and blood. Each day we pull our own string closer to eternal damnation. But who knows really? Even God doesn't plan to judge a man till the end of his days, why should you and I?
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
-- William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part II