How intimately does man know himself? Hidden behind the cloak he must wear in order to move among the righteous and abiding - to languish in muted horror, those dark inclinations whose prowling curiosities seek to free themselves at any tear in weakened seams. A grotesque array of the many masks layered perhaps dozens deep, nested in the cruelty of lies - like Russian dolls of the Soul. Only to deny one’s true nature in a paltry exchange for a wholly false and empty existence.
What is left to discover of such a tormented and abandoned creature? Nothing of substance - just scraps and crumbs of the discarded and easily forgotten.
I will not permit any such trespass to hamper nor destroy the beauty and uniqueness of artifacts placed within me by the deity Most Divine. To do so would be commensurate to the highest form of treason and most ill and treacherous blasphemy against high, holy God himself.
Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened.
Dr. Henry Jekyll
Dr. Henry Jekyll
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