The Rubinshteinic Guide To Save People From Their Own Hands

(Philosocom's Directory on Sacrifice)

(Philosocom's Directory on Suicide)

Synopsis by Mr. O. C. Isaac

The Rubinshteinic Guide To Save People From Their Own Hands is a piece that explores the theme of sacrifice and the personal cost of saving others, particularly in the context of mental health and trauma.

The piece is emotionally evocative, capturing the weight of saving others while dealing with one's own trauma. The vivid imagery and metaphor used create a visceral sense of the struggle between life and death, society, and individuality.

The article draws from philosophical and existential themes, questioning the value of heroism and the personal toll of intervening in others' crises. The poetic rhythm of the monologue keeps the reader engaged, reinforcing the sense of a personal, ongoing battle.

Overall, the article has strong potential to be a powerful reflection on the complexities of saving others while dealing with one's own suffering.

(Monologue's music)

Granny, felt abandoned in her distress.

Seeking, the blade to seal her own fate.

As she felt, with her urge,

Her own shame to purge,

I saved, saved her from her own hands...

That is, the reasoning for my poor health...

Because since then, I have saved more people from death.

Wanting, with their urge,

Their own existence to purge.

Partaking, in society a lot I refuse.

Trauma, often stems from the right thing to choose.

The heroic, what is considered very iconic...

Yet life, is not a cartoon,

With your PTSD you are forlorn...

...Traumatized, left all alone and compromised.

To save, you must be strong in mind and heart.

Saving, can be seen as a form of art.

Compromise, your own self,

Listen to them on their behalf.

And prepare, prepare to forget who you are...

Memories, shall be repressed in depth and afar.

You must, survive and you must get them deep behind.

...From the tyrant, within your mind,

PTSD compels you to grow!

From distress... you either die or you glow.

The world, cheers you to forget your light.

You turn, aggressive and wish to fight...

Those who think, they really know,

Know a self that is kept in shadow!

You can't... know a guy that didn't re-discover himself first.

As ascetic, in a regime of an iron fist,

Your biggest foe, are the chains that imprison you from within...

There's a reason, mainly men...

Die earlier than most women!

Society.... views its heroes as foes and as threat.

As you hone, your inner will as an iron,

You further, find yourself more and more alone.

They are, too sensitive...

...Your will to power evolves greatly intensive!

You're an antagonist, for your will to live is felt as excessive.

In weakness, that you fail to grow from,

You can turn very easily exploitable.

You're in shame, as you slowly turn unavailable...

Compromised, by your fatigue,

A complete intrigue stems from your closest peers!

From friends, and even your closest family.

I refuse, avoiding my own chosen trajectory.

I choose, to keep growing strong and healthy.

I can, easily traumatize,

Quickly than your weaker minds might realize!

Through salvation, and trauma I will rectify.

The world, is filled with those who misguide...

Themselves, hence why you might seek to die.

Their lack, of utilized intellect,

Makes them think you're a threat!

With a critical mind, you can distinguish illusion from fact...

Nothing more, brings me more pleasure, than being largely alone.

Addictions, compel people to misplace rage.

In this day, the digital age,

Cheers people for great revenge!

Away, from malice I decided to stay.

Personifying the angel Azazel.

Rectifying, this world that remains a pit of hell.

This is, better than nothing,

I prefer to do at least something!

I refuse, watching this world burn under its own spell.