The Beast is in remission.

I could kill and I have reason to kill; neither would I feel any remorse for 
killing or let it interrupt my routine.  Instead I choose not to kill; I 
choose not to act out the Beast.  Its tempered steel resolve has regressed 
to fragile pith cowardice.

and yes, I know

The Beast occupies the hub of humanity's collective unconscious, as a grain 
of sand is to a mollusk.  It shifts phase with the Lamb, Yin and Yang, like 
the beaks of two octopuses battling for the same prey, tentacles entwined. 
The only common denominator is the humans are conceived and humans die.

The battle of the beaks at the hub.

Is it any wonder I choose not to participate?  Why bother?  I've been 
conceived, I've lived and someday I will die.  What more do I need to know? 
Is the hub a mystical place of light, love and heaven?  Is it a damning 
place of darkness, evil and hell?  Maybe it's just politics as usual.

Maybe it's just politics as usual, but I'm not volunteering to be either 
side's pawn.

The crypt is closed and the vault sealed.  The Beast is in remission, 
Pegasus or dragon... whatever.