I DON'T UNDERSTAND

I can't understand those for whom idleness, smiling wild-eyed idiocy is a negative, andalizing ecstasy, straitjacket stupor. In Eden's paradise, beer-swilling, indifferent brooding, in the manner of alcoholics, idle idleness. Indifferent, yet mundane days of expressionless, dumb-mouthed; value-starved, dumbing intellect. 

The blown-up idleness of deliberately loosened bearing-brains, the frivolous squandering of interests, some swampy smelling sea-bottom sludge; what is left alone is not to be trifled with, for others have enough. Idle indifference is another, for even seeming idleness is to me a perpetual spur to action in a round number! With his question-answers, like a pensive herald, The world at large interweaves with his daily information. To me, the smiling idiocy is a castaway consciousness, wallowing in the abysses of frivolity; where saw and material are deliberately exhausted, that an escape may be found to the brewing bays of the sea.

Who can put new hope in the hope-half-days that are always more?! But it would not be irresponsible to fight in ever-renewing, self-digesting duels of disappointment until doomsday! I myself, with my pathetic moral-guardian tendencies, like the devoted cultural hermit, appreciate the inner efforts of stigma-souls even more than those who, like self-righteous preachers of anti-demagoguery, indulge in hypocritical preaching. 

Can there still be a second chance in a dignified new beginning? Some questioning appeal, some throat-choking speechless silence - for me, this is the holy word of theoretic action! Hard debate - nowadays - less and less frequent, if it follows, if people-hating scoundrels will have any responsibility at all in the near future!