Personal trauma comes in so many forms. Some minor incident leading to a major conclusion. For women it is too often a bad relationship with a men that goes awry. For men it is a false start that leads to a series of consecutive failures. For the unlucky it is a near death predatory incident that they shouldn’t have escaped from but for the sake of providence. Who can explain why some survive and the destiny of others brings them to an endless fall. This is the first crossroads from childhood to adulthood. The fact or mortality and the question of what else? No amount of age makes the mystery any more soluble to the human intellect. Perhaps because it is a matter of belief rather than science. that some that the latter says should not survive do while others to the opposite set of circumstances do not. It is all in the mind, and if the mind is healthy the body follows suit. By that standard one might suggest that swimming in the current cesspool of corruption and dualistic propaganda, it is hard not to be affected in some measure. The smaller things seem to matter in having the greatest effect.
To be constantly harangued about every type of trauma imaginable on the public airwaves every moment of the day, real or trumped up, wears away at the soul like carborundum. Chipped and fractured our era might resemble those silent Greco Roman statues filched from the waters of the Aegean. The synthesis of a constantly oozing WiFi illusion of Apollonian dimension suggesting a universal sense of community not equally too dissimilar to restoration compounds lathed in the cracks around the support of steel bolted pins. The illusion of a once beautiful world transformed into a waking nightmare of icons unexpectedly representational of the torn flesh of freshly repaired war veterans. Too many are walking wounded narratives of unfortunate circumstances visited upon many whose only transgression was being innocent at the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps this a larger form of stellar reorganization where the dust of today is but the decomposed remains of unsuspected civilizations past? And our own era will fall all to soon, its finally milled sediment coming to rest anonymously upon the shadowy eaves of another one far into the distant future?