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  • WHERE ARE WE?! 

     

    In my foggy, hazy future, I am only just now glimpsing the illuminating essence. Is there still enough humanity and compassion left in my narrow path to pursue a career that is clearly and honestly attainable?! 
    We need people of understanding and acceptance, so that we do not have to burn in a humiliating, spat-on blush of shame for decades with our eyes downcast, when we have already subjected everything to the indifference of false interests. 

    If we continue to develop in such a deformed way, weeds and bumps will grow on the complimentary roses of immortal romances, and prodigal man will regress to a snarling animal - he will live true, but foolishly and corruptibly! And he who has been deceived by the biting pincers of insidious intentions, no longer thinks at all! 

    In our brains, though still busily, still actively, like a feverish gizmo, and a million visible molecules-cells, still actively murmuring, and brainstorming, and feeling entreaty, tears, and sorrow - yet man remains a stubborn brute, as when in prehistoric times he built a fire. - And surely, on the altars of affordable cultures, nowadays, for reasons of material resources, talents are listed and indifference is the answer to everything that is new, imaginative, surprising! 

    And man? Oh, what have you become? A petty wretch, who lives on his own céda-truths! Look back with thundering eyes on thy own Calvary, and condemn the transgressor in the depths of thy alamusian soul. Look at yourself! They fell to each other like a pathalistic bunch of snarling beasts in the fierce crossfire of job interviews, like snarling hyenas squabbling over a piece of meat over a bunch of mooching colonels! 

    And when doubt has shamed you, you roll away with your tail between your legs, as one who, destroying his soul-wheel, is at last broken! Man! Listen still more, listen, learn: the cultivated improvement of thyself would be as important as thy vanity, which is as pompous as a mirror! Ignorance only fuels the fears of your inner space. You can control your destiny by not allowing yourself to be corroded into hubris by the monkey-trend of your judgmental century!      

     

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