I am a man, despicable in soul, My mind a twisted, darkened scroll, Obsessing daily on sin's cruel toll, No thought of love, nor virtue's role.

Yet today, a question came my way, "What of this world, my fellow? Say, Is it virtuous, corrupt, or a blend of gray? "And my heart, it paused—my thoughts did sway.

I thought I'd speak with callous ease, Of a world corrupted, lost in disease, But breath and pulse began to seize, And my answer came with surprising peace.

"This world is holy, divine, and pure, A beauty boundless, so bright, so sure, That poets' words could never endure, To capture the splendor that does allure.

You see the ugliness, the dark, the pain, And think that all is lost, profaned, But how absurd, how wrong, how vain, To think that light by dark is slain.

For not a soul, save God above, Could taint this world of light and love, It is too bright, too pure to shove, Into the depths of man's foul glove.

A man may seek to mar this light, Driven by impulses, by spite, But even in the darkest night, The world remains a place of might.

When beauty blinds and sin takes root, It is not the world that bears the fruit, But man's own heart, in conflict mute, That seeks to tarnish, to pollute.

So when you see despair's dark veil, Remember, it's not the world that's frail, But the human heart that tells the tale, Of light resisted, of love assailed.

Yet even then, the world stands tall, In holiness, despite the fall, For in its beauty, we find the call, To rise above, to shun the pall.

So ask again, is this world depraved? Or is it we who, hope enslaved, Succumb to darkness, when light is waved, And forget the beauty that once we craved?"

Original Passage

"I am a man despicable in soul and mind alike and so I bear but few words of comfort in regard. I tend to obsess over new infants of depravity each day so the question of ever considering virtue or love is a question risen from grave bound to simply return in futility. 

Yet, I was very surprised today- for when someone else asked, "What do you make of this world, my fellow? Virtuous or corrupted or mix. " I was sure like many others who hug their suffering and despair tighter than divine bliss , I would unhesitatingly answer in an off-handed callous way-"Oh! This world....it sure is corrupt and depraved" or perhaps something avoidant like "it is what it is and mix of all..". 

But I didn't. I stopped . I pondered. I felt my breath and heart beat as I weighed in the answer and even then when it came, my surprise couldn't remain reticent. 

"This world is holy. It is so full of divine and love. So beautiful that I could garner all the poets who ever came to be and then ceased aeons ago to now and even then its unparalleled beauty couldn't be described exhaustively in words. 

You find yourself troubled because of depravity and ugliness abound in the world today . You feel as if all has sunk and fallen so low that all sorts of beauty have been sacrileged. 

How absurd? How nonsensical? How arrogant? There is not a soul save God who could ever make this world of pure impure and filled with hate you so speak of vehemently. A man feels the impulsion to destroy and defile just as much as he feels the impulse to create and find joy. 

Yet , when can he act upon his desire to destroy? There are only two scenarios ...one where the world is already tainted but still retains some beauty and the man longing for complete consistency seeks to eradicate all beauty though that beauty brings him comfort. 

Two, the world is so beautiful unparalleled that there is not even a trace of malice or sin . You would think a man would be happy? But no ! How could an imperfect beast such as man who longs for both vice and virtue ever be at ease in such heavenly abode? 

So he cultivates knowingly or unknowingly sin in his heart as he lives in a world abject of it all. And so you continue to see greater despair, greater ugliness, greater depravity as he tries to defile it all for his own ease and your conscience which also longs for virtue is inclined to believe..."Oh! This world is corrupted. There is no beauty. There is no goodness." 

But that is wrong. It is in fact because the world is so absurdly beautiful that depraves of sinner can't help but be tempted to tarnish it. 

It is because the Divine artistry shines so bright, there rises ever more incarnations of depravity seeking to dim it and when you only see the shrouding darkness and forget the light, then tell me, is the world depraved , is the world lost or have you simply succumbed to shared despair of your fellow brethren."