The big emotional black hole into which everything of worth is dragged never to be seen again. The world that one crafts as one’s own is a reflection of one’s particular emotions. To extend one’s arm out to another need not be more than a simple physical gesture that most likely will never be understood. This interchange that ensues being the but the expression of the gambit behind it. Feminism. That factor that has destroyed both men and women equally. The epidemic befalling the new world coming with that too obvious plague of parasitic Jewry’s aestheticism and its key subterfuge of the ‘Popery’ of its little bastard, Liberalism. The right hand never intended to conceive of what the left hand was up to.
What has a woman to say to a man these days? Some poor bastard half likely to have been scantily en-culturated without an equally powerful male role model that will carry on the disease of insecurity and useless competitiveness while being unable to lead or find healthy self-sufficiency. The larger narrative one of constant fearful dramas consecutively mounted to drive the herd this way and that. This daily material aberration, a prison cell in solitary. Nothing but more dirt to eat. Throw off your chains of false belief and be free of these monsters! You cannot die, only suffer. Those rare moments of a father’s love and a mother’s devotion interrupted but not forgotten. Who amidst us gets to complete that link in a stronger chain by being both recipient and final source?
The trivia of eternal angst as if we can pick and choose our own fates? Like windup toys set forth to spin about energetically until all force in the spring is played out waiting for someone to pick us up again and turn the key. Base metal is not a fitting form to spend eternity! We are wardens of our own prisons scared most days to tarry without. And perhaps not without reason as there can be no one as dangerous to another’s sense of being than another equally prison bound. Freedom comes at the cost of one’s own comforting illusions. It is amazing that things go on as long as they do before sanity like a lightning bolt rocks one’s world and they are thrown out of it onto the empty roadside.