Brilliant artists and writers, through their works of fiction, often come closer to grasping divine, essential truth than do truth-tellers speaking in plain English with the everyday world as their context.
Tolkien was one such gifted truth-teller. Frodo, the best of the nine members of the Fellowship of the Ring, was the one that agents of evil always sought to harm first, because he was an agent of God, an individuator and great soul, to be destroyed. Sauron had little use for servants that were not groupist, nor little souls, so he hunted and killed the great agents of good, if he could pull it off.
Great souls, like I am, fit into no group, so we stand out like a sore thumb, and we are the first ones hunted by the group, that instinctively recognize that we are a real and present threat to their survival, their deity, their way of life.
Satan orders them to attack us right away for we are the greatest threat available to their wicked cause, their sovereignty, their hegemony.
Then other, gentle, passive and sleepy groupists, observe that I am always in conflicts with their peers. One has to fight back when pushed and pushed. The fence-straddlers blame me, the victim, complaining that I do not get along with anyone, so I must be the origin of the fracases, an inveterate troublemaker.
This happens to me all the time. It is hard to maintain one's morale, one's self-esteem, one non-tenebrous sense of cheer, to not turn violent.
All I can do is fight on, forgive my tresspassers, keep the peace the best that I can, and continue to write of a higher morality, hoping that people begin to convert, to understand, and to behave better.
It is not that they are not as smart or as good as I am, at least potentially. It is rather that they are asleep and indoctrinated into a stifling, thwarting way of life from which it is painful and difficult to extricate themselves. They lack courage and will--these are the traits which they must cultivate.
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