None may speak above right
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
And none may speak above Right.
For Right is the sound
before the first word was uttered,
the resonance beneath all meaning,
the pulse before breath,
the truth before tongues divided.
It is heard
by something more intimate than knowing,
a forgotten language
that remembers itself through us—
beyond our convenient loneliness,
beyond who utters it, or why.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
None is severed;
we sever ourselves,
when we trade the index for the moon,
the means for the aim,
the self for its blaze of glory.
Behold the inverted vision of man:
a body growing harder and harder,
until the spirit within
is sealed in stone.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
Yet Right is heard
whenever it is spoken,
no matter when,
no matter by whom.
For in that momentum, Right is known;
and evil, pushed aside,
trembles at its border,
even if not forgiven,
even if not forgotten.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
Right is the edge of balance,
where all forces find their zero;
where every angle completes the circle,
and every truth,
however wounded,
is made whole.
It overrides truth and lie,
outshines good and evil,
outlasts love and vengeance.
Nothing stands above Right.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
Right is beyond religion and ideology,
beyond communism and brotherhood,
beyond blood and nation.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
It flows eternal,
the current seeking its final balance,
as rivers run to ocean,
as water longs for crystal clarity.
There is no commandment but Right:
Thou shalt not commit Unright,
the one and only commandment.
For Right is the ultimate of mankind.
And none may speak above Right.
