The Gun-Epitome

Originally written on August 28, 2024




I held a gun. I wanted to experiment with the idea of self-creation, or self-definition. By what method that is approached hinged upon my ability to self-identify or internalize the very act of gunmanship. If a gun could be interpreted such that it is of import in the spheres of my mind, then I might further my own cause, that of creating 'Mine Own Self,' this epitome of entireties that had to remain unresolved, because it was a constant 'Tension' upon the world.
    
I was quiet, but I knew well that the will of man could be imbued upon not only myself, but upon my logic, and upon my hopes here in the foregoing instance of weaponry, the gun.
        
I raised my hand, not knowing well everything that lay therein. I knew well that symbols existed and that such a raised hand could indicate a shift of command or a conveyance of order. But I knew well that I was ignorant of the complexities it evoked.
        
In the end, my gun, my 'powerself' (powerful) selfhood-bringer, was a little too late to my feelings, because I produced it right when my desires to engage in supreme recollection of souls was already at their tail end.

I could not even begin the utilize the gun, because for me, the very essence of 'gunhood' was already by itself powerful, as a symbol, and as a curator of authority. By its quality as a status symbol, it hand-picked authority.

I did not need to engage in warfare, for in my view, lower society upon which the status symbol of the gun was upheld was already imposed-upon and "shot."

I was the epitome of a god societally effectively.

When it came to my relationship with lower society, it was like toying with a puppy knowing well that no matter how much that puppy experienced, it did not matter, because they themselves were unaware of the disparity of weight and power. If they were aware, they could do nothing. I did not need to destroy them or break them, because the very structures upon which they were born rescinded from them their entirety such that they perceived themselves as such without it.

Like a puppy, lower society was neutered to become slaves to conferred authority in the context of 'powerself' gunhood.

I was the epitome of God, because I was His closest ambassador. 

All I had to do was to internalize the gun, not just any physical gun or those individual ones supplied to other countries or shared among the previously abused. But I was the epitome of the Gun.

I was God-epitome and Gun-epitome. 

In my simplest conclusion, even without trying, I had rendered the hardy weak 'obsolete': "Every battle is won before it is ever fought."