I recall
the physics lessons in high school, specifically that of the elasticity of
springs. If my memory serves me right- which I have no doubt it does for it has
religiously stored my numerous memories even from childhood- the physics
teacher demonstrated how springs are able to extend when they are loaded. You
add a load to the spring and it stretches, you offload it and the spring
returns to its original shape and size. You load the spring again with a larger
load and it stretches more and with the removal of the load it regains its
shape and size albeit taking more time. However when the spring is loaded with
too much load, it stretches and straightens, never to return to its original
shape and size even after the removal of the load. This my analogy might be
alien to those who loved to hate their physics teachers but forgive me for it
fits my use here in.
One starts
with a clear conscience of what wrong and right is, then they choose to test
the wrong and feel what it is like. Of course that is easy, what will it hurt
just to do it once? What is one puff, one bottle, one night? After all am not
an addict I will just stop when I have had this one. The poor soul leads itself
to the trapping of its own doing. After this, one feels guilty and deeply
sorrowful for having erred. With the
first experience comes the heightened need for more and if one gives in to the
urge, they add more load to the spring.
And as the spring is loaded more and more, it loses its elasticity. One
feels less guilty now and what they used to condemn they start defending. Their
guilt is lost and they feel nothing, they act like nothing and as they soil
themselves in sin, they convince themselves with vanity of their lost
verbosity.
I surely
witnessed this on my way to Kayole in the famous Green and Yellow Forward traveller buses. A large sticker on the bus read “I FEEL NOTHING” and surely
the driver and conductor in that bus felt nothing. The unkempt hair of the
driver revealed it, what is more, he must have either been blind or ‘felt nothing’
for he paid no heed to any of the traffic rules. The conductor was not better,
his breath almost made people drunk, he screamed to everybody even those who
were a stone throw from him. They however made me closer to God for I said
countless prayers in that bus.
All in all,
the nature of sin is in feeling nothing. One starts with a conscious mind
clearly knowing right from wrong but with bowing to pressure mostly for
pleasure, the conscious is desensitized and what they used to detest is now
praised and defended for they feel nothing. Guard your conscious and let it not
be loaded beyond repair for you will feel nothing and be nothing but will not
even realize as you will be foolishly happy in the firth of nothingness.
RITH@
