No man may be an island but that sea of humanity that surrounds most of us is an indifferent ocean of the most preferred type of political pretension to the likes of a me. Me? That not so special someone who has long ago run out of excuses for substantiating any thought of a future existence by demonstrating a paucity of energy lacking devotion to everything present tensed. Living being so simple for the simple minded! Since that bygone notion of high culture has become the pitiless outlaw as something pursued by an ever snaking dollar sign. The kind of beast that has slithered its way out of any reasonable context in favor of taking a bite out of an ever falling relative sense of real worth.
To succeed in society one has become simply a pawn in a numbers game. And those who provide these sorts of observations are now superfluous! And soon to be branded as hopeless and considered useless insurgents to the contrary as well! Useless to that mindless inhuman ongoing progression of the industrial process offering only the self-destruction as grist for the meal of that forever demanding conqueror worm of modern political consensus. That modern of the same old asp so quickly taken to the breast by too many mentality challenged self-appointed counselors of the sort that find local corruption, along with the necessary accompany falsehoods, to be the most worthy form career advancement. Who can one speak to with earnestness amidst this kind of rabble embroiled in deceit?
I for one certainly expected more!
Perhaps instead, word of friendship with a measure of earnest felicity lurking behind it tendering joyful sacrifice, sometimes by the simple fact of a solitary appreciative smile. The wonderful refreshing evening breeze.
Distancing one’s self as some form of diversion from the stress of one’s own daily troubles. A freedom to view one as completely happily vulnerable to fate, but not lost to vagaries of some random psychotic mercurial whim of that kind that produces the stronger form of negatively empathetic response. The other central player in this sort of drama too easily stripped naked and too weak to overcome their captor. Negotiating the limits of their own fate before complete indifference in the application of so much studiously practiced malevolence. The aggressor’s hand tireless applied to the task of forcing the victim to submit unwillingly to endless indignities. As if they have surrendered by inaction to becoming merely an inconsequential object too easily played with and possibly irrevocably smashed against the wall as if by some angry child’s malevolence to an old and too familiar toy.
And yet, as an objective audience also being able to witness the growth within of some inner empathy for this poor soul’s attempt to weather the ordeal through unsure stamina. Or perhaps, by the last remnants of a rapidly failing sense of animal courage to pity the need of one just wanting to survive? This type of filial attraction being nothing more than an analogous reflection of one’s own impotent life’s struggle. But much more truncated in time! Just to persist by continuing to despair without any lack of hopeful survival within the unsure upcoming moment of what’s happening next, too unsatisfactory! That common need to persist against it all, despite! To hang on a bit more in hopes of the coming of a better day, and hopefully, not to be thwarted by some un-propicious act occasioning a pathetic unplanned final end!
To this late date as witnessed by the growing lack of outside contact, one’s day is passed in thinking, or sometimes devising, and on other days chronicling, then finally wondering again of something that was so much more that has, up to this point, yet to be done. So much that has been partially put together in hopes of showing all that the long route has been taken around all those doors ever so firmly shut. And into ears so passingly indifferent! Images! It is not that one is no longer able to do so anymore, so much as being unable to still discover some still untrammeled truly worthy topics. There being no need to further replicate one’s self in this unoriginal sea of, no chance of doing so any further.