Saturday, 13 December 2025

Not a Temple, Definitely a Gutter!


Gutter or Temple? A Moral Metaphor for Society

Today, while coming back from college, I was sitting in the bus when I overheard a conversation. An auntie sitting nearby, who seemed educated and thoughtful, asked a simple question: What would you be, a temple or a gutter?

From the way she spoke, I understood that her meaning was spiritual. The temple, for her, represented purity, goodness, and a higher , place, while the gutter symbolized dirt and something undesirable. It is a comparison we have all grown up accepting without questioning.

I realized something very basic yet deeply ignored. The gutter is what keeps the temple clean. A temple is visited by many people every day, and with people comes waste. Someone has to carry that away. The gutter does that work silently. We call it impure, yet without it, the temple would not remain clean for long.

This made me think about how we define purity. We often judge by appearance and status, not by function. The gutter looks dirty, so we label it impure. The temple looks sacred, so we glorify it. But in reality, it is the gutter that performs the act of cleaning.

That is where this metaphor goes beyond places and enters society. Many people are treated like gutters. They question, they expose, they absorb blame, and they do the uncomfortable work of keeping society honest. They are rarely respected. At the same time, some people are turned into temples. They are admired, praised, and placed on a pedestal, even when society is simply dumping its responsibility and moral mess onto them.

In this blog, I use the gutter and the temple as a moral and social metaphor. It is not about spirituality alone, but about how we assign value to people. Sometimes, what we call impure is actually doing the work of purification. And sometimes, what we worship survives only because someone else is carrying away its dirt.

I realized later that what struck me was not the question itself, but the meaning behind it. When the auntie spoke about choosing between a temple and a gutter, her idea was clearly spiritual. For her, the temple meant purity and goodness, while the gutter stood for dirt and something to be avoided. That is how most of us are taught to think.

But the more I thought about it, the more the meaning reversed for me.

In my understanding, the gutter is the one that carries away society’s dirt. It does the work no one wants to acknowledge. It takes in the waste, the blame, the mess, and keeps everything else clean. In human terms, the gutter is the person who speaks uncomfortable truths, calls out hypocrisy, and refuses to pretend. These people are often labeled bad, rude, negative, or problematic, even though they are the ones preventing rot.

The temple, in contrast, becomes the place where people dump their dirt. Glorified figures, respected personalities, leaders, gurus, and idols often function like temples. People project goodness, morality, and holiness onto them, not necessarily because they deserve it, but because society needs somewhere to place its guilt and responsibility.

When I map this onto human behavior, a clear pattern appears. The gutter is ethical but hated. The temple is admired but often hollow.

History keeps repeating this. Whistleblowers are called traitors. Rebels are judged as immoral. Truth-tellers are silenced. Meanwhile, charismatic or powerful figures are placed on pedestals, becoming temples where people unload their moral confusion.

Being a gutter is not easy. You do not get worship or praise. You get dirt, accusations, and isolation. But you also stop decay from spreading.

Being a temple is much easier. People clean themselves symbolically by dumping blame, sin, and responsibility onto you. You remain pure in public imagination, even when reality says otherwise.

If I have to choose, I would rather be a gutter. Cleaning society feels more honest than being worshipped by a society that refuses to clean itself. And perhaps the most dangerous people are those treated as temples, because once we start worshipping them, we stop questioning them.


The Family 

In families, this metaphor appears very clearly. There is often one person who plays the role of the gutter. This person notices patterns, names emotional neglect, questions control, or speaks about abuse and silence. They are told they are ruining peace, creating drama, or being disrespectful. Slowly, they become the problem in everyone’s eyes.

At the same time, there is usually a temple figure. This could be a parent, an elder, or a “good” family member whose image must remain untouched. The family dumps its fear, denial, and shame onto silence in order to protect this figure. Even when harm exists, it is easier to blame the one who speaks than to question the one who is respected.

The gutter carries the emotional waste so the family can look clean from the outside.

Sexual Abuse

This metaphor becomes even more uncomfortable when we look at sexual abuse.

In many cases, the survivor is treated like a gutter. When a woman speaks about abuse, society often responds by questioning her character, her clothes, her timing, or her intentions. She is asked why she spoke now, why she stayed silent before, why she trusted someone. All this questioning is a way of dumping society’s discomfort onto her.

Meanwhile, the abuser often functions like a temple. If he is respected, educated, religious, successful, or powerful, people rush to protect his image. They say he has a good reputation, a family, a future. Society dumps its fear of accountability onto the survivor so that the temple remains untouched.

In this process, the survivor carries the dirt that society refuses to clean.

Politics 

Politics might be the clearest example of this metaphor.

Whistleblowers, activists, and journalists who expose corruption are treated like gutters. They are called anti-national, disruptive, negative, or dangerous. They are blamed for instability, not the corruption they reveal. Society throws its frustration and fear onto them.

Politicians, on the other hand, are often turned into temples. People project hope, morality, and even divinity onto leaders. Their mistakes are justified. Their crimes are explained away. People dump responsibility onto them and then feel morally clean just by supporting the right side.

As long as the temple stands, people feel safe, even if the structure is rotten inside.

Across families, gendered violence, and politics, the pattern remains the same. The gutter is punished for revealing dirt. The temple is protected because it absorbs society’s need to look clean.

Writing this makes me realize that the question is not whether we admire gutters or temples. The real question is whether we are brave enough to recognize who is actually cleaning and who is simply being worshipped.


Thursday, 4 December 2025

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.





Ever since I started reading books, the first name anyone ever recommended to me was the Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi. It has 11 books in total (6 main books and 5 novellas).

This is not a review blog because if I start writing about Aaron Warner, I will probably end up writing more pages than Tahereh herself.

Aaron Warner has always been the one character I truly resonate with. He is my favourite kind of character. Delusional, intense, and beautifully complicated. If he ever calls me delusional, I would honestly take it as a compliment because I aspire to be delusional like him.


There are many lines spoken by Warner, but the one that pulled me into Tahereh’s universe was something I saw in a reel years ago.

The line was: “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

I loved it instantly because it was tattooed on Aaron’s skin. At that time, I did not think deeply about it. I simply assumed Tahereh had written it.


Later, I found out it is originally from Shakespeare’s play The Tempest.

And obviously, being Aaron Warner’s girl, I felt the need to read the original source to understand the context behind the words he chose to mark on his body.

So I picked up The Tempest. Some parts made sense to me and some parts were such heavy, English that I just stared at the page without understanding a single thing.ut something did become clear to me. The meaning of the line changes completely once you know where it comes from.

The Tempest: When the Line Appears










The line appears in Act 1, Scene 2. It is spoken by Ariel, but he is actually repeating what the terrified sailors shouted during the magical storm created by Prospero.

They believed they were about to die.

So in Shakespeare’s story, the line is born from fear, panic and helplessness. It captures a moment when humans think hell has opened and released its devils into their world.


Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, is betrayed by his brother Antonio. He and his daughter Miranda are exiled to an isolated island. There, Prospero learns magic and gains the loyalty of the spirit Ariel. When the story begins, Prospero summons a violent storm to bring his enemies to the island. The play deals with betrayal, revenge, illusions, forgiveness and the darker sides of human nature.

In the middle of this chaos, the sailors scream the iconic line, believing evil forces are attacking them.


Meanwhile, in the Shatter Me series

Aaron Warner Anderson lives in a dystopian future controlled by the Reestablishment. Juliette has a deadly touch she cannot control. Warner becomes obsessed with her from the very beginning, and obsessed is honestly too soft of a word.


He gets shot by Juliette in the shoulder and still smiles because to him that one bullet means she chose to keep him alive. That moment alone explains his mind more than any analysis ever could.


Warner’s childhood shaped the darkness inside him. His father abused him psychologically, emotionally and physically. Every bit of softness inside him was punished until he was forced to build himself into something cold enough to survive.He did not choose to be a devil. The world chose it for him.

There is also the machete scene where Warner kills almost ten men while protecting Juliette. The writing becomes almost magical realistic, as if the violence happens in slow motion inside a dream. The entire series has that surreal poetic tone. It makes every moment feel bigger than reality.


Warner’s Tattoo









In Shatter Me, the line “Hell is empty and all the devils are here” does not appear in fear. It appears as identity. Warner tattoos it on himself because he knows exactly what the world thinks he is. A monster. A devil. A threat.

He is not running from the devils like the sailors in The Tempest. He has become one because he survived things that should have destroyed him.

That is what struck me the most.

In The Tempest, the line is spoken by someone who is scared of the devils.

In Shatter Me, the line belongs to the one everyone is scared of.


One side is fear.

The other side is evolution.

One voice trembles.

The other stands unshaken.


Shakespeare wrote it as a cry for help.

Warner wears it as a reminder of everything he endured.



LYHFM

Fan art by @TABBIESART




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