Enslaved by Curiousity. Enslaved by Fears.

Author's Note: "It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it; and it may be doubted if, from that day forth, Utterson desired the society of his surviving friend with the same eagerness. He thought of him kindly; but his thoughts were disquieted and fearful." (59) Chapter 7 explains the idea that we’re all enslaved by evil because of the curiosity and fear it brings and evolves. Using a short descriptive scene and analysis, similar to an actual scene in the novel of Jekyll and Hyde, I wrote about how powerful evil can become through symbolism of the door, the window, the air, the nature, the light, etc.
 

             Through the window I can see clear as day, but I dare not be on the other side; the sun’s natural light beams through and the clouds float swiftly through the cool, afternoon air. Up and down the street it is quiet, deceivingly quite and the gusts of fresh air brush against my skin as it creeps through the smallest crack. The sensation is killing me and I become mesmerized by nature’s superiority, but I cannot begin to admit it. Quickly I seal the window shut and cover it with a black cloth, allowing none but a sliver of light to peer in. Suddenly the room glazed over with a layer of fog from the fire smoke and candle burnings. I feel safe and comfortable trapped and enclosed in this room that I have spent amongst my years of memories in. I shall not expose myself to the ways of good, yet rather imprison myself in this room with a keyless door. This door I have kept shut all this time, afraid to open and escape evil; I wouldn't be caught dead escaping this cabinet. And if I could escape, who knows what would become of me. I fear the curiosity of what lies behind the door, and therefore I do not attempt to open it. There is no key. There is no lock. There is no handle, just a solid door with one possible way out, yet I have not found it. Slowly I am drifting away every moment evil lives within me, but I do not have the answer of how to escape it. I am out of spirits and am growing silent. Evil has finally taken my soul, and there is nothing more I can do but wait patiently as evil kills me.  

           We are all imprisoned by what is evil and fear the curiosity of what evil is capable of. The feeling of hopelessness and desperation secretly hides within our souls, waiting to be seeked and admitted, waiting to kill all good. We want change without denial, yet we hold up a strong barrier that cannot be broken down without the force of evil. We hold up our guards and defend ourselves because we fear the curiosity of what evil can condemn.