There have been, in history, people that are etched in memory and mentioned perpetually when history is used tendentiously. Now, you really don’t need the services of a yegg to crack open the locks of history to know the tumultuous acts of these recidivists, you only need to open a book. But who really has opened a book lately, or even owns any, in this time? Books are owned for ostentatious reasons only. Then you have these interlocutors [people who sit between your brain and information] using their pedagogical methods to adduce the results they have been instructed to gain. The amalgamations of this hayalin mud produces an individual and society that are quite ill-informed of history.
An escapade dreamt up by an illusionist to make some people heroes and others archvillains. The raisonneur of history cachinnate at the epigraph they present as axiomatic.
Everyone seems to be running, either running to or from a termagant, but always in a state of ambulation. The untrammeled greed maybe the driving factor of this constant running which gets you pollices up from all the groaks. Does it really help anything, this constant state of flux? A lioness runs, she runs after a deer, then the deer runs, both running to survive. It seems that the recent troglodytes are doing the same exact thing, running after each other, trying to catch the other for bane or boon. Has anyone noticed all the dissension in our society? Has this always been there and people were too catatonic to notice any aspect of it.
I have this penchant for asking poignant question and observe the reaction. I asked this cymotrichous person if she wanted to have Abraham as her father. I reminded her that she might consider Abraham an upstanding, God fearing person, but he did try to kill his son after hearing voices. This made some wheels turn in her head and she was reluctant to answer. The vignette of mine evaporated most of her aperitif. I thought I might take it a bit further and stick a trident in the argument, mostly the one pointy one which she called the Father. If Abraham who didn’t commit the act of infanticide but the Father actually did, according to the followers of triune.
A fortnight has passed since someone died. One should visit the sick, they say, there is great reward in it; the reward is multiplied when one visits the dead. So, going to a funeral is a greater reward, knowing full-well that the dead person will never come to mine. When a man of simple taste has a stroke—a stroke of luck—and the dead visit him, how much reward does that carry? They talk, their perorate is filled with platitude, and they refuse to vacate.
They always stand to attention, retrousse proboscis, and the rueful gesticulations. A true auteur who wishes to conquer eternity.
It was a gossamer day, sitting motionless in a mastaba waiting for telos. It is quite odd that when a rich man becomes poor, it is considered a misfortune. Now, if a poor man becomes destitute, that would be a moral evil. What you hear and what you read are two different things. The auricular language has no punctuation—if we take English for example—how would you know what word is uppercase or lower, where a sentence ends or begins. Would any god give oral revelation in English? For that matter would god give oral instructions in French, German, Spanish, Russian, or any language that shares the same punctuation as English?
There are certain people—they live among us—for whom things are arranged differently, for them everything is mapped out, from cradle to the grave.
