Language boils down to a hierarchy of tropes. Each informing the other, in grammars, syntax, contents, referents, form. Just as pairs and triads define the color wheel—various combinations of One—complementing, supplementing—in contrast and whole; so too does language parse herself. Particulars are meted out to generalities, when language is employ. Tropes, which are the regular occurrence of particular combinations within the psychological paradigm, are the coagulated proof of this process. Once temporal the truth splinters. But it splinters into shards, of varying sizes. Given each new birth of the world at every moment, it should come as no great surprise that shifts may occur within the relative distribution of the weight of these shards amongst themselves. One might think the myths which bespeak war amongst the gods give testament to the transcendence of more sublime natures—conceptually incomprehensible beyond the idiom of the day. But amongst the gods, each does labor tremendously for share in the stock—power, wealth, and happiness.
The gods, that is, minus one—the Logos. What need he a place among the powers of the world? He fights for no share, but gives up all. And slowly, ever so slowly, does his message ebb and flow across the universe. Bringing those who it touches into greater harmony with the sensibility of cosmic relief. Of course, in world whose tropological descendance is from the corrupting powers, relief ne’er hold fast. But as one who grasps tight a line in the sea, and knows amid the ebb of the waves, that peace will alight though briefly; so are those who find the Word of truth within the din of battle, and joins forces with him who will not fight. One among the willers wills not to will. One among the tropes gives shame to them all. And so are the gods defeated, their might is made laughable by a young upstart, who proves their pretensions dead wrong.
Christ and tropes came into existence together, but Christ remains first among them. Christ’s revelation of himself, among us, initiates the final battle. For now the powers of the world must contend with the Jesus trope, the paradigmatic template for all other tropes. So thus might distant horizons be fused, as tropes come into dialogue with one another, with Jesus in their midst. History has shown us the battle in full, as repressive tropes of slavery, in one form or another, have fallen. Purified through death, some have joined the camp of God’s Son. Others have died at the hands of the enemy, who too is marshalling his forces. So do the powers now reduce themselves, until there are two.
Some may say that this enemy is not all bad. He is, admittedly, largely responsible for relief from material suffering by employing the peoples of earth towards resource extraction. Yet despite teaching this vital human skill, he denies its necessary counterpart, cultivation. Where and what is this to the bastards who will die within 100 years anyways? There’s always tomorrow they say, hauling in a fortune yet again today.
So do the tropes govern us. And we them, though only insofar as we participate in them, and in the one true one among them. Though many now have signed onto his message, many more adopt it in name only. They fail to grasp the truth behind it, and so indulge the vilest of powers in carnal affection. For what is truth to the father who has bills to pay? To the mother who has children to feed? Or rather, as the crooked man says to the one who suborns him, “I have bills to pay and children to feed.”