Ah, the romanticized dream of a Samurai

Ah, the romanticized dream of a Samurai Warrior.

To live to serve. To only be concerned with the service. To be inoculated against the machinations of people. To live a life of purpose, for the sake of purpose, for the furtherances of purpose. With no countermanning contaminations of self. To die in purpose.

Left to this time to be judged by those with no honor. Those with little knowledge of honor. Those with scant recollection of seeing honor. Those who would judge a samurai with honor. Those of a type who would play with swords and cry when they cut themselves on the blade. Given to petulant outcries. Soothing themselves on the twisted memories. Thinking themselves samurai.

To live to serve. The quest to find a noble Shogun. To pledge my arm and my will to the service. To accept the pledge as yet another component to the riddle of what does human perfection mean? Stand, arm and arm with wills as strong as your own. To have your power multiplied in a brotherhood known to be unshakable. To feel the body of the whole as an extension of your body as an individual.

Left to this time to be led by unholy leaders. Preachers of deceit. Carney announcers announcing one act after another. In a Cirque Du Soleil, a freak show of reality. All the while the villagers sit in wide eyed amazement and glee as what passes for Shogun raid their houses during the show. How each one of the empty eyed villagers thinking themselves samurai disdain you because your house unraided. You cannot save them, you cannot follow them, you cannot be one of them. 

To live to serve. You are the actionable hand of the leader of the people who he serves. There needs, desires, and happiness create want. His thoughts and inspirations create goals. And your hand make it so. What you make so fills their needs increases their desires and pushes their happiness. Synergy, harmony, purpose, the wheel of the machine turns effortlessly through the cosmos. And you the mechanism out of that machine.

Left to this time self appointed righteousness. Just as easily redirected and reshaped to fit one's own agenda. Calliope organ playing faster and faster. The dizzying changes from one morality to another. The shameless adoring of anything that gets a moment of pleasure. Sacrifice for nothing. Struggle to understand less. Least it make you a better person, and that outcome can never be tolerated. It shows others their true guilt.

To live to serve. With my duty laid before me like a wide covered road. I can now stop along the path to focus on the flowers for my destination is set. I have the freedom to let my mind travel where it would be against purpose for my body to go. Knowing all the while that I will serve a purpose no matter what frolic my mind and intellect indulge in. People will benefit by my sacrifice. And I will in time benefit by there's. We will feed each other. We will comfort each other. In our time. In our place. In all things will be in place. All the blossoms are perfect....

Which reality would you choose? Is it any wonder I choose the dream of a samurai. I wish to live were all the blossoms are perfect.

But isn't that what dreams are for?