Chapter Twenty One: State of the Sinister Agents

Murderers are not monsters, they're men.

And that's the most frightening thing

about them.

Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

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The Sinister Agents, as brute and ruthless as they were painted in the minds of the several layers of readers, are not without a history and their own side of things. And that, although the monsters of the urban legends answer to the main calls of their own true nature of character, the Sinister Agents are also beings with their respective sensitivities and entitled to their own defense about the certain biases found in the stories and personal accounts about them that are mostly horribly editorialized.

The funny thing about historical records, and this fact must be accepted with a strict sense of truthfulness, is the way it was written and portrayed, depending on whose perspective it was trying to explain, and elicit a certain regard of sympathy that appeal to the senses of the reader, with the truth of the matter being left to the hands of a master taking the sensitive role of a competent historiographer.

These accounts of stories, once they have been communicated with the same form of persuasive and biased expression, are reduced down to an inferior writing that was discredited to be a mere rumor of collective reasoning. Even the imagination sometimes fail to fully remember and put memories into concrete writing which significantly fails in its drastic attempt. As the mind eventually recognize nothing of legitimacy from these unofficial sources, they are sometimes easily classified in knowledge under the vein of the horrendous urban legends.

And that is where discrimination starts with a vengeance.

It is an accepted notion that freedom in itself cannot exist without biases and discrimination in a form of evil which, then, sets the standards of the parameters that help fully define what freedom actually is. In substance, freedom emerges from a certain attempt on definition that includes both the concept of freedom on one hand, and oppression and slavery on the other, so that it is impossible to define liberty and provides boundaries for it, if the concept of abuse did not exist.

It is the existence of widespread injustice that made the people aware of their rights. It is their knowledge of governance that give them the faculty to know when oppression is constructively present in their midst.

Following this line of logical thinking, it will suffice to say that the most worthy stories, those books where morals and noble things are to be gathered from and between the lines, will not substantially exist if urban legends that mislead the population of readers into believing the web of lies or superstitions contained therein, a condition that further amplifies the artificial feeling of unfounded beliefs; these things are to be rationalized from the dualities that can be gathered from the beauty, as well as the unlovely, and the elements of which aptly describes both the misery and celebration of the human condition.

Without the Sinister Agents (it is now logically possible to understand), that heroes shall not emerge with a predetermined concept of such thing, if not to be contrasted from its roots. It is from the perilous circumstances that heroic virtues can be found; the concept itself requires that the proof of its substance must emerge from the part that negates its own manifested form.

What we actually know and what we actually understand are two things that needed to be differentiated for the sake of clarity. For to have one, the other must exist. There is no other escape from this predicament but to fully immerse ourselves from the conditions of conflicting premises. From there, it is our duty to be in the state of full liberty to choose what is right from what is not, and to leave all things required to perpetuate the cruel persecution in fiction. Only then that the evil can be truly defeated, especially when the freedom of choice leads to the glorious liberation of the soul.

There is the Hero on one side, and the Sinister Agent at the other. The falsehood on one hand, and the truth on the other side.

True freedom, therefore, lies in the quality of our choices.

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