Unknowingness

What resources can any individual hope to summon, when confronted with an abomination such as this? They say one man measures up to another through the reflection of his soul in another's eyes, through the appraisal of his relative place from the outlook of another's countenance. Yet no such affirmation is possible, and the wretched soul is left to bear the entire haunting weight of uncertainty; of unknowingness. No sympathy drips from the abomination's furling locks, no meat lies awaiting to be shared at the end of the blade it wields. For all you know, a reinstatement of cinematographic continuity in your imagination might just render the blade deep, deep into your heart, a convolution of redness and steel, as the world celebrates a new dance choreographed to the rhythmic spurts of blood...