What I got from "The Black Cat" by Edgar Allen Poe

I like to write about the beauty and perhaps the desire to stay on the surface is why I’ve written so much beauty. Edgar Allen Poe was considered brave for normalizing deep human psychology and took the vein of demons and made it normal human pathology, which it is when stripped of its superstitions and fears. What he did was show the choice of internal psychology is a simple choice between control and fear. The normative feelings tend to be glossed over with mythology if one doesn’t take control of one’s own thoughts. By stripping the characters of appeals to a sense of myth Poe reveals the normal thoughts that lead a person from a normal mindset to a corrupt mindset. The Black Cat is that poem. His temperament changed for no reason and discovered that he hurt the black cat for no other reason than because the cat was good to him. And then when another cat came to torment him he killed his wife and locked her into the wall next to him. When the authorities came looking and found nothing he joked about how sturdy the wall is with joy. The cat meowed. The authorities opened the wall and you know the rest. The moral of the story is that it’s a man’s nature to be clever with an imagination. A woman is better off nurturing a man’s cleverness and imagination and not stuff it in to domestic life. The Freudian observation is that’s the woman’s fear manifesting her own fear out of fear by trying to control a man’s instinctive natural power. Trying to make a man into something more unbalanced in loving makes a perverse beast out of a man. The implication is that it’s better to do this or that. But that’s only a sense of control. The story itself implies an inevitability that’s only the man himself. His thoughts his words his deeds. His imagination that suggests an inevitability. He as a man fulfills two natures of a man. His cleverness at not being caught and his desire as a man for justice and truth that caused his own capture. His cleverness justified himself, which is all a man’s cleverness could only do. The amoral nature of the world itself suggests a lack of innate morality to nature. The joy of his cleverness that seems to see how inevitable his life was, and his relief at being captured. Perhaps the real tale is an inverted irrelevance of female psychology to his life, and by implication, the irrelevance of female psychology to nature. I say that because nature herself seems to have a dissociation between her brutal thoughts and precise calculations of natural inevitability, and her kindness and love that reflects what she wants for people. Like a divine dark feminine seeking a male partner because the ladies in her life only tried to control her by assuming her darkness to be male in origin, when in fact it wasn’t. It’s the sign of a female intelligence of a woman looking for a male equal co-conspirator to design and harmonize her own power and darkness to justify light properly, which seems to lack an intelligence, with her own. That’s what I got from it anyway. Nature is a dark energy of inevitability that seeks to steer inevitability to a slight different course that’s benevolent and loving to nature so that the dark thoughts don’t have to incorporate natural law with her own intelligence. Because my life has been naturally inevitable, I offered my services to that dark feminine with courage and integrity with the promise that we would justify light around our natural selves to keep us and others as safe and in perfect integrity as naturally possible. I knew then I’d never go blind. My dark eyes would stay open and I would stay strong forever. God though is another type of intelligence that’s power. I made sure to be friends with him first. Power is a smart thing that’s better than eyes. I leveraged myself into my own soul so that I could always have equal conversations with God. God revealed his natural wisdom to me, power to power. He knocked jewels down so as to provide stepping ladders for others. But God can’t do that forever, otherwise he’s just a jerk and not a ladder. Leverage always is more powerful than power. Because leverage can have a conversation and human to human of equal power and grace can solve problems together. Power itself does nothing but hurt only to protect itself. But the dark feminine intrigues me too. It's a softness that uses "dark glass" charm to keep others at bay. That's sincerity that avoids pretentiousness which is a wonderful soft power that I've made my own to make my life easier. Then that intelligence told me that's always been my power and she kept that ability safe for me until I was able to find a strong undeniable power that could justify dark softness.