I feel so sick because these tragedies are not enough by themselves.
Europe is stressing and transforming into a Shakespearean tragedy what happened in Manchester.
YES, it was hideous. YES, it was terrible. YES, children lost their lives. YES, their families are in pain.
But Europe is USING this as a propaganda against Muslims.
I live in Italy. And from this morning I heard NO word about what happened in Bangkok or in the Philippines on Italian TV, but everything is concentrated on what happened in Manchester. They don’t even say the news in a normal way if something like this happens in Europe.
That’s mind manipulation though media.
Saying a news is one thing; releasing videos of the tragedy with sad music and poetic words over and over again, it’s not. They aim to touch people’s sensitivity. It’s already bad enough, but they transform it in a “movie” and then? They talk bad about Muslims.
I HATE it.
I just can’t stand this fake piety, European nationalism, racism. Using children’s death to spread more hate.
If there is a God, please, send another flood as we have failed as human beings.
Walking with apparent security,
Stalling in uncertainty.
When the pillars that grow strong, like roots in the breathing meadow, shake, you find yourself wandering on a shattered floor.
This never-ending sensation keeps bothering the mind.
Trying to rationally reply to impossible riddles,
while you don’t even know the truth yourself.
When doubt arise, infiltrating your mind, it’s too late to look back at your past, unclouded self.
You must uncertainly walk till you find the answer.
Though the senses are obstructed and deceptive.
Do not stop looking for it.
Surely, behind this thick fog, there is a new world waiting for you.
A.S.= I wrote this in a dark period if my life and, though now I’m perfectly fine, I decided to post it. Everyone can overcome darkness, despair (in one word, depression). Though I was feeling so helpless I did it and so can you. Don’t give up! Never do it!
I still haven’t figured out what’s life about.
You were born in this world. Young, inexperienced as you were, you thought it was a beautiful place to live your fairytale.
Colors, noises, faces and perfumes.
You thought that everything would have been just happy.
What a 4 years old baby can know about problems?
Then, growing up, life shows its true identity: a black never ending ink continuously following you.
Maybe it’s your shadow itself.
You think that life it’s like this and that it’s not fair for anyone. You try to think about people who have it worse than you and then guilt eats you up. You think that’s only a phase and that sun will rise again.
It won’t make the obscurity end.
Because, you know, everytime I had had a problem big or small I faced it, alone. By choice.
Yes, for years there was nobody for me. But I defeated every inch of darkness around people I love.
I had no fear for anything.
I was strong.
I was bold.
I was a warrior.
Because I realize that it doesn’t matter how much you try to run and run… for a moment of happiness I have to pay way too much despair and for an undefined time.
I don’t really believe in karma. But if there is something like that, mine is really bad. I wonder what I could have done in my previous life to live in my 23 years of live already so much pain.
What’s worse it’s that’s not even victimisation: it’s the plain truth. Nobody knows our lives so nobody should judge or say “others have it worse than you”.
I get that other people feel pain. I spent my life taking care of them and I keep doing it in any way I can.
But I feel it too. And thinking to measure pain simply comparing people’s lives is really wrong.
What I know is that every time I’m happy, something has to happen and destroy it. It has always been like this.
It’s like a cycle. An endless one.
Every time I’m truly happy I’m so scared because I know that it doesn’t matter what I do… darkness never fails to get me.
And it’s so painful.
It’s so painful living with the fear of being happy.
I don’t even remember what it is.
How can I forget what happiness is?
Well… when despair takes your entire mind… your brain won’t allow you to remember it.
And what I know is that I would pay to sleep… and sleep.. also for years… and to wake up only when good things would (hopefully) happen and the pain will end.
I’m not a warrior anymore. I’m really tired.
Nobody deserves to live in a haunted maze.
Have you ever had a nightmare?
Not a simple one. A so terrible dream you only want to scream, but there is no voice leaving your lips?
So strong to make you completely paralyzed in pure terror? So intense you only wish it’s indeed a bad dream and to wake up in our comfortable bed?
I had. And everyone experienced it.
But what would you do if you fall in your worst dream by being awake?
Few people may understand my words, so I’m making it clearer.
That night was cold and the humidity was high. I never liked humid places, but, at least for the time being, we decided to live there. Our apartment (on the ground floor of a condo) wasn’t well connected with the city center, nor so interesting, as it was located in the periphery, but we were happy. We didn’t need anything more than each other.
Of course, money were a factor, as “we can’t eat love”, he would say, but our situation was just good.
He was a skilled lawyer, who was trying to adapt to that new situation and get known to people. As for me, I was working in a library as librarian assistant, for the time being. It was only a part-time job, true, but I was giving my best and hoping to be soon given the possibility to work full.
We couldn’t afford luxuries and it was fine for us.
It was really hard to get finally together and we really didn’t care about trivial things. But it was indeed true, that both of us had the plan of taking care of our families too, so we were working harder for that to happen.
It was a routine, after ending my shift, to take the bus and reach him.
I never dared to enter in his workplace, so I just waited outside for him to come.
As always, I sit on a bench, only some meters away. Then I gave a look at my watch: it was 5:50 pm.
‘Only ten minutes’ I thought, raising my head and looking up to the sky.
Then a funny smile appeared on my face.
‘I would be lucky it it was really only ten minutes!’ I kept smiling ‘He always overworks himself out’.
I breathed my air off in my scarf. I closed my eyes for a bit and i smiled again when I found out that he was the first image I could find in that dark smoke.
A warm hand on my head made my eyes open almost instantly. I would recognise that touch among millions, but as I dozed off, my instincts weren’t that bright.
“Aki, are you feeling ok?”
He soon touched my cheek.
“I’m fine, I was only sleeping” I said, looking at him.
He looked tired.
“I thought you have fever and passed out. Don’t wait here again” said he, worried.
I just made the “no” sign with my head and took my tongue off.
“You forgot this” Then I took a scarf from my bag and carefully dressed him with it.
“Let’s go home, you crazy girl”
He took my hand and started walking. It wasn’t a gesture he was used to do, so he didn’t do it very often. I blushed a little, closing my fingers on his hand.
They were years we knew each other and, still, I couldn’t help but falling deeply in love with him day after day.
I imagined myself still blushing at 70 for his kiss and I laughed out loud.
“I don’t even want to know what’s going on in that mind of yours” he said, approaching the car.
I smacked him lightly on the shoulder and pretended to be offended, with a smile on my lips.
He stopped his steps and gave a light kiss on my forehead. My cheeks were still red when we entered in the car.
A car was something we really needed as we lived so far from the center.
During our ride I asked him how his work had been and he did the same. Then we stopped in a parking lot to have some groceries.
“Hey, you wait here, oki?” I said, noticing he was already unfastening his belt clip.
He looked puzzled. Usually, if we were together, we did it together.
“You’re tired. Just wait here some minutes. I’ll be back soon” I said, turning on the radio.
He then nodded, knowing there was no use trying to convince me on that.
“Should I add something else?” I asked, showing him the grocery list.
“Nope, it’s ok as it is. I’m waiting for you”
The list making was important as we had to be careful to not spend too much and to stick buying only things we needed.
The supermarket wasn’t really crowded that day. I went to the vegetable section and started to take the veggies we needed.
An old song was playing in the shop. I could recognise it, as it was one of my favourites.
“I tried to go on like I never knew you I’m awake but my world is half asleep I pray for this heart to be unbroken But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete”
I started humming quietly after the song, while taking food.
Then, as i took the milk bottle in my hand, a thunder lightened the sky. I could only hear the noise and it was enough for me to drop the item on the ground.
As soon as I was going to take it again, I noticed a man walking in my direction. I didn’t usually look at people, but this time was different.
Only by looking I could sense that something was wrong about him.
He was wearing jeans, a black shirt and dark coat. A cigarette was set between his lips and there was a medium length scar under his right eye.
He looked at me when he noticed I was staring, so I quickly took the milk bottle and stood up again.
I could heard his steps approaching me but I did not dare to look again. I just thanked the door when it opened again, as the man, then, decided to walk away.
I felt a hand on my shoulder just in that moment and it made me jump.
“I’m sorry I startled you”
It was him.
I felt relieved and looked again on my left to be sure that man wasn’t there anymore.
“It started raining and there were thunders too, so I-”
“Let’s go home” I hurriedly said.
I felt uneasy and I didn’t know the reason. Maybe my obsession with horror movies was making me paranoid.
Yes, it was like that for sure.
Nothing was going to happen.
‘That poor guy had a scar and was stared by me. I made him feel uneasy. Why am I the one feeling that way?’
My other half mistook my silence and my actions for my thunder phobia. And it was ok, as explaining would have made him feel worried too.
For the rest of the ride back home, he held my hand, caressing it with his finger and singing soothing songs.
“Do you feel any better now?” He asked, just after turning the car in our street and slowing it down.
“I’m perfectly fine” I said, smiling.
He parked the car and asked me to wait inside as he was going to take the umbrella in the trunk.
I wasn’t fast enough to block him, that he already went under the rain and got wet. He came, then, by my side and opened my door.
“You got all wet” I said, touching his hair and white shirt.
“Let’s go to get warm then” he said, circling my shoulders with his arm.
But destiny had other plans for us.
As soon as we reached the door, I held my breath as I saw it slightly opened. He put a hand over my lips, covering my mouth and then made a “shh” sound.
I nodded and my heart started pounding loudly. He was about to open the door, when I held him back from the shirt, miming a “No” movement with my lips.
“Don’t worry. Stay here” I read, then, on his lips as reply.
Someone entered in our house and he wanted to go in too? We should have called the police. He knew why we left the country and still was being so impulsive.
He entered, being careful to not make any noise. Once he was inside he turned the lights on. I followed him and noticed there was nobody in the entrance, but that everything was a mess.
Drawers were opened and what was inside could be found on the wooden floor. That was a theft. But whatever they wanted, it couldn’t be found there.
We didn’t’ have any valuable objects or… the stored money!
They didn’t have much stored or ‘worth of stealing’, but they were working much for those.
I soon moved to go to the bedroom, but he caught my arm, his glance staring into space.
“What is it? I’m going to che-”
“We’re not alone” he said under his breath.
At those words I froze. I looked at him, catching his hand. I stood in silence, awaiting to hear noises from the other rooms.
In that moment I also realized I forgot my bag (and so my phone) in the car. I cursed in my mind and I squeezed his hand.
“Let’s go” I said, with almost no voice.
He was thinking something, but I couldn’t understand what. He looked serious. And of course a normal person should look like this in a similar situation, but I felt that there was more in his mind.
“Please” I added, as to push him.
He, then, nodded and tightened the grip.
In that moment, someone came running from the bedroom. He had a black cap on his head and it was difficult to see his face because of it and the unpredictability of what was happening.
My lover instinctively put his arms around me, but what happened next was totally unexpected.
The man run away from the entrance door, without even looking at us. Usually thefts ask where the money is or ask for more, isn’t that right?
‘Probably he just got scared. Maybe he was a newbie’ I thought, relieved.
But it wasn’t the end.
The hand that was grasping mine, suddenly left. He went outside too, after him.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, totally overwhelmed, running behind him too.
It was raining harder and the piercing cold again welcomed me, but I couldn’t feel it this time. I looked at my left and I saw them. In that moment my mind had to decide what to do.
Going too and being sure to not lose them or going on my right, where the car was parked, to call the police?
I decided to take my right. Calling for help was the proper thing to do for now.
After opening the door I jumped inside the car, frantically searching for my bag. But something else caught my eyes; something that I did not notice when I entered in the car before. On the back seat there was a pile of documents, perfectly ordinated. I read the headline of the first one and my heart jumped: I recognized them.
Was the thief searching for them and that was why my lover went after him?
I immediately left the car, taking their direction. I didn’t even realized that I forgot the reason I entered in the first place. Nothing was more important than finding him now.
The asphalt was wet and the road dark. There was only a faint light coming from a lamp. I run several meters but I couldn’t understand where they went, as I didn’t hear their steps anymore.
I was about to call him, when I heard some voices. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, so I just approached them. As I walked, I understood they came from the garages below. I descended and I saw a glimpse of my lover’s face, lightened by the moon.
I reached him, touching his arm, and he looked quite alarmed I was there too. He thought I had gone to ask for help, probably.
His look was telling me “What the hell are you doing here?”
And as reply, my face was telling him “Do you seriously think I would have left you alone?”
We could just understand each other by looking.
A third person was in front of us, but I couldn’t see his face as he was giving us his back. But in that moment he faced us.
I opened my eyes wide like they were betraying me.
My lover looked at me, puzzled.
“Do you know him?”
“We just met in the supermarket one hour ago, didn’t we?” said the man “You took a good look at this too” added, pointing his scar.
He took a step toward us.
“What do you want?” my lover asked, in a harsh tone.
“You know very well what I want. And what we didn’t found in your house” he said, smiling.
“We don’t know what you’re talking about!” I said, trying to persuade him “If it’s money you want, we have very less saved, as you saw”
“Don’t play dumb. It’s documents I’m talking about”
I swallowed, and took my lover’s hand. He left it opened.
“We don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re mistaking us for other people, sir. We don’t have the documents you search” I kept saying, wondering the lack of response from my lover. He looked again in a contemplative state.
“Kim Yuki” The man said, looking my lover directly in the eyes. “He has those documents. Are you sure you don’t know him?”
My grip tightened.
“We don’t know anyone by that name. Also, if you enter in our house again like that, we will call the police.” I kept saying, acting as a totally clueless person “So, now, we’re going” I said, hoping to end the encounter like that.
“I’m the person you’re searching. I’m Kim Yuki”
I looked at him and squeezed his hand, like saying “Are you crazy? What are you doing?”
“Now, if you let her go, I can say to you where the documents are” Yuki said, leaving my hand and looking the man.
Several seconds passed and, then, the man broke in a loud laughter. He took some steps away, and then talked.
“Do you think you can make a deal with us?”
He faced us again, but this time, he was playing with a knife in his hand.
“You better don’t forget who we are”
“I’m not saying anything, if first she doesn’t go away from here” said Yuki calmly again.
“Do you think we can’t find those fucking documents alone now that we found where you live? You arrogant prick!” the man said, while running toward him, the knife in hand.
My heart skipped a beat and I immediately positioned myself between the two men, my arms opened wide, as to protect him the best I could.
For a second I saw the knife toward me, but then, I suddenly found myself on the floor, pushed, by one side.
“YUKI!” I screamed, as soon as I realized he pushed me down and so was in danger.
My heart got lighter when I saw that my love wasn’t hurt, but got anxious again as they started fighting.
My eyes followed him and then the men and then the knife and I moved forward, uncertain on what to do.
As Yuki nudged him behind the neck, he looked at me.
“Don’t do anything! Just go away!”
His expression was worried and was trying to say to me that he couldn’t concentrate well if i was in danger.
I closed my eyes and turned on the other side. I never felt my heart that heavy before. I tried to not listen to the noises they were making behind me.
I had to ask for help and fast.
Since they were blocking the entrance, I had to reach the other ways out, so I started running toward them.
I couldn’t let my worries dominate me now. I had to help him in the ways I objectively could.
But a big figure, in the dark, blocked my way. I went closer to it, and I felt hope rising again in me.
A sudden loud noise paralyzed me.
A slimmer figure fell on the ground and the black cap fell from his head.
I found myself trembling.
“The secret is to get rid of anyone who knows your dirt, before they can use it against you” The big man said, putting the weapon, away. “Don’t you think so?” he added, affably looking at me.
I could still hear the noises behind me. I hoped Yuki wasn’t hurt.
“So…” he started again, walking toward me. As he did it my feet went backwards. “Do you mind disclosing me about the documents place? If it’s a young couple like you, I could make an exception and let you two go”.
I looked the dead body on the ground. He barely looked 20. It was a certainty that they would have killed us also if I spoke.
My back touched the stone wall behind me and I felt lost.
“There is no way you will let us go” I said, looking him in the eyes.
I counted till 3 in my mind and tried to run on my right, but he caught me and laughed at my poor attempt. I, then, tried to kick him in the balls, but again, it was useless.
“You are surely bold to attack me like that”
In that moment, I realized I didn’t hear the sounds anymore. They ended fighting. My head turned on its left, waiting for any sign.
“Oh, I’m curious too to know who won” the man said, amused. “Anyway, whoever comes, I’m going to just pull the trigger” he added, taking his gun again.
I looked at it, in horror.
“Oh, but you can change that. If you don’t want for him to die, you only have to tell me where he keeps those documents”
Anxiety was killing me. Not for the choice to make, but to know if he was alive.
“Aki!” I heard his voice calling me and I let out a sigh of relief.
My other half was alive.
I almost felt without energies as fear was eating me the whole time.
“I’ll tell you, so put the gun away” I said, looking the man straight in the eyes. “If you hurt or kill him, you better kill me too as I won’t say a word”
In that moment, Yuki emerged from the dark.
“Aki!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw me. He was relevied. When he head the bang he tought I was been hurt.
He had different red signs on his face and blood was coming from his arm.
“Yuki” I whispered, looking worried.
“Well, well, well, so you survived in the end” the big man said “That’s good.”
“I’m telling you only if you let us-” I started saying.
The man pointed the gun on my head and Yuki stepped forward.
“I should check if you aren’t tricking me first, right?”
“They’re in my car. You can check it now. Just let her go” said Yuki, looking highly anxious at that gun.
The man took his phone and immediately called.
“His car. Tell me if they’re there. Now” he was ordering.
I looked Yuki and he looked back at me. There was nothing to say if not “I love you”.
“Good” The man ended the conversation and put his phone back in his coat. “Thank you for being collaborative” he said, smiling.
“Now let her go” pressed Yuki.
“I remember to have said to let you live, not to let her go”
“If you touch her, I swear-”
“I’m not saying I’ll kill her either.”
At that point we were just confused.
“I’ll take her just as you took those documents and make me search for you for years. I think you know how much money and credibility you made my company lose” the big man sounded serious for the first time “As you tried to destroy what was the most important thing to me, I’m going to make you live without it. Killing either of you just won’t do it. You two will have to suffer for life”.
I never saw Yuki so angry. It was like rage was possessing him.
The big man took my arm and smiled. I looked Yuki and, though I was confused and scared, I tried to reassure him.
“Everything will be fine. Yuu, believe me please” I tried to smile “Nothing is going to pull us apart. Just look forward our next mee-”
I was interrupted by the man, who pulled me from the wall.
“Enough with the farewells.” And with that, he kept pulling me apart from my love.
His eyes were a mix of rage and emptiness and I still tried to make him calm.
‘Don’t worry. We’re alive at least. We will find each other again. Please, look after yourself while I’m away. I love you and will forever love you”.
I could not see him anymore now.
He was hidden in the darkness again.
I could let my tears flow freely now.
I didn’t know what would have happened in the near future. But I knew that I belonged to Yuki and Yuki belonged to me.
We found each other once and we would have found each other again… and again. I believed it.
‘Till i can again take your hand, wait for me my love’
Like soft melodies, his echoes played a beautiful lullaby in her heart.
Eyes closed, arms lifted, in the darkness she danced.
A light move and then turned, her inner music guiding it.
The completely black sky looked down, envying the shining doll.
‘I’m so sorry, are you ok?’
His voice kept spreading like a river does in its bed.
Overflowing, it took possession of her mind.
‘I love you’
A pirouette swallowed the night, slowly approaching to the climax.
Silent steps tiptoed on a symphony that only she could hear.
‘We will be together forever’
The white-pearl velvet dress mirrored her dancing soul.
Like spring wind, she lightly floated in the thick misty air.
The delicate movements became slower, gravitating toward the end.
The girl completely stopped after a last twirl.
She looked on the ground, her breath slightly irregular.
Her lips moved in a smile as she touched the cold stone with her fair fingers.
A broken whisper filled the empty space. The red shoes led her to the yearned cliff, while the same fingers wiped old tears.
“Wait for me”
WARNINGS: this must be read in a philosophical way, not religious one. As I’m an atheist, I’m treating this as literature. I love Lucifer’s character as I love Hamlet or Faustus. So don’t call me Satanist or whatever =___= This is purely for intellectual delight.
The dualistic battle between “good” and “evil” does not start with monotheistic religions. We can see that evil figures can be found in the Ancient Mesopotamian religion
(Nergal), in the Egyptian mythology (Apophis, Set), in the Greco-Roman paganism (Chaos, Erebus, Tartarus, Discordia, Nemesis, Invidia), in the Norse mythology (Hel).
The said dichotomy is very common in philosophy, religion, ethics and it was felt in the same way by different people worldwide. While they tried to explain, offer their point of view, or show evil/good in a religious way, everyone would destroy the evil and make the good shine. In a philosophical contest, evil was explained as absence of good, that was its opposite; but some philosopher would argue that both factors (good and evil) were essential to the universe’s unity (like the Taoist Yin, that can’t exist without the Yang and the Yang that can’t be without the Yin).
The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Heraclitus stated that a war comes from opposites, but that this duality is necessary for harmony. He called this “logos” or universal law of the Nature.
Later, Spinoza would say that “By good, I understand that which we certainly know is useful to us. By evil, on the contrary I understand that which we certainly know hinders us from possessing anything that is good”
But what’s “good”? What’s “evil”?
From a non-theological point of view, good can be explained as everything we do that does not harm others or ourselves, helping other people or living beings in the ways we can, respecting others, promoting peace and justice; while evil is basically the opposite: harming others (physically or psychologically), disrespect, injustice, inequality, in short, doing something we know it’s bad.
Of course, every person has in itself its own way to explain them, following their own ethics, but, in big lines, this is it.
Religions included the good/evil discourse and made it its ethical base, but also changing their connotations. To guide people, they would say to believe in Gods/God and be good, because, only in that way, Heaven would have been reached for sure. As we know, religious power had always been strong, along with the imperial one; what I’m trying to say is that their only power was in the people who believed. If there were no believer, every religious system would have fallen, and so their privileges, and they couldn’t let it to happen. So, often, they would brutally kill or force into conversion or to leave the country who didn’t conform.
How did the king make his people follow the rules? By laws.
How did institutionalized religions make people follow them and so maintain their power? By a God’s laws.
Funnly enough, in the past, State and Religion were so much linked (though often in hostility too) that the King, the Emperor or the Pharaoh was considered chosen by God itself, and so, like a God on Earth. It was a vantage both for the ruler and the religious power.
Things got harder and stricter when the institutionalised religion forced conversion on the countries they conquered: just think about the pagans (though they were in their own land), the Saxons, Jews, Muslims, Hindus or the Native Americans. (By Catholics).
Examples of forced conversions can be found in religions like Judaism, Hinduism, Islam and Atheism too (though this one is not a religion, of course).
It would be too long (I would say, impossible) to talk about how every institutionalized religion had always tried to keep control and power from their birth till now, so I’m going to leave it and reach the main point of my discourse. You will understand why I had to talk about all this before going to the crucial subject.
The title was “Reasons why Lucifer is a victim”
So now let’s see who Lucifer is and how his figure is portrayed in different religions.
“Lucifer” means “the morning star”, “the shining one” (from Latin Lux + Ferre) and we find him first in ancient mythologies (in one of these he attempted to take the Ba’al’s throne, but, since he couldn’t do it, he descended and ruled the underworld.)
As the name itself suggests, Lucifer is not a dark, obscure entity; he is something that shines like a star. In ancient and modern connotations, light has always been seen as something positive, something good; while dark as something evil. So Lucifer’s name itself says that he is no evil.
– Christianity: in this religion, Lucifer is an angel, I may say, God’s favourite, and becomes “Satan” only after his fall.
Why did he rebel? On what? Can an angel rebel? Let’s go with order.
After the Creation, God asked the angels to bow to Adam; Lucifer did not, as he was an angel and Adam a human being. For this, he was eternally punished. (Though God is said to be compassionate, merciful, etc)
Now, we know that angels have been created with NO free will, unlike human beings; so how did Lucifer “decide” to defy God’s order? The only explanation is that God simply PLANNED it. After the Creation he needed a Hell too (as people have free will and so a possibility to sin) and someone to “inaugurate” it. God created Lucifer in that specific way. After all, God is Omniscient and so he knows the future too.
Lucifer was only a valuable, needed piece in his plan. And a victim because of it.
Plus, in the Bible (and the Quran too), God explicitly says to bow to him only; bowing to Adam would have been too much for Lucifer, who could only bow to God.
When the war started, some angels (always with God previously knowing) fought side by side with their brother Lucifer, but in the end, they were defeated and thrown down from the Heaven.
Lucifer, must have felt so betrayed and wronged. He was the way he was and reacted that way ONLY because God created him that way. Also if he didn’t know that.
Anyway, he found his newly discover (free will) appealing. Imagine of being a so old angel with no autonomous thoughts and then, suddenly, being awake. Being yourself. Taking decisions.
Once he discovered this, he OFFERED (not tempted, but offered), the possibility to decide to Eve. She wanted to grab it too. Who wouldn’t have? (I would have lol).
Plus, notice the name of the Tree of Knowledge of good and evil. Ring something? Look at the name carefully. Basically God said it’s a sin to distinguish good from evil and so having a free will.
ANYWAY God already knew it would have happened and he wanted it too. But Lucifer is displayed as the bad one and God as the victim and restorer of order and peace.
– Islam: in Islam, Lucifer is called Iblīs (there is no consensus for the root the name: it can mean “devil” or “despair”) and is a Jinn (and so created from fire) elevated at an angel state by Allah. This version explains how he could have a free will, unlike the Christian one, as he wasn’t a true angel to begin with. His figure is already much darker than the Christian one. When Allah orders the angels to bow in front of Adam, Iblis says “I am better than he: Thou didst create me from fire, and him from clay” and refuses to do so, just like Lucifer. And just like him, he respects God so much, that he does not prostrate before anyone else, than his creator, even if ordered.
Iblis then asks to have mercy till the Judgment Day, which Allah grants him. In the meanwhile he would offer people “another way”. A REAL free will. (Because, where is free will in “if you don’t believe in me you’ll suffer for eternity”?)
Also here we can notice how Allah already foreseen everything; he also brought a Jinn among angels to do so (as angels do not have free will).
– Judaism: here there is “Satan” (which means “the adversary”) and we find references of his previous life as an angel with his brothers Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael. He is also presented as the being who brought death into the world, but that can’t be as God is the only one who can give life and decide for deaths.
It’s simple to observe how it was NECESSARY a negative and opposite figure to God’s one.
Lucifer was created with the only intent to make the Hell a place where people like him could follow.
And, just as in a political campaign, God portrayed Lucifer in a negative light (when the one who created him this way was only him!).
In the end, Lucifer was necessary, as in every religion or mythology there is the famous dichotomy good/evil, so I don’t understand why we should demonize him.
A character who bravely decided, started a war to defend his right to think and act the way he wanted to and to not be a puppet. He is both a hero and a victim of a God’s absolutism and tyranny.
As Milton wrote in his Paradise Lost (though this is REALLY taken out from context, as Milton was a Puritan): “Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven”‘