He Muses

Questions.

Are we beings of real articulation, or things existing in vacuum given arbitrary value by arbitrary power? With what purpose do we continually dredge the darkness of immediate surrounding, of horrid images and bestially cacophonic voices of the succubi that slowly dessicate, to carve a misbegotten path to a meaningless end? Do we save sanity by accepting insanity? Who is the whisperer that wheedles in the ear, sometimes beatifically sometimes salaciously, for the things that will prolong the pain?

Shall the will conquer this history of nothing? Shall it rise to discover new prismatic dimension, to create existence anew?

Does time deserve to be destroyed? Do I perceive all at once yet am held by some inscrutable force to see only the open curtain before me? But who are the actors that perform for me? What nature is the play? 

Reviews

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

Yes, we will dredge the darkness of immediate surrounding to see if it is the same darkness or the others' darkness. Or we will see the light in the outside light not of darkness, wishing we lived in Alaska to see the Northern lights. Now that you put it that way, I wish time were destroyed often but there it is frustrating us only because we must need it or there is no other way without it, because it exists. Sanity and insanity is relative--let's consider--for there are an infinite number of ways a person goes through shock and belief, for one; and from accustomed surroundings...

[Alan B.]

Thank you for reading and for offering your thoughts! I very much appreciate feedback.