Fallacies of found out truths lead me down a spiral that ends only in the predicated hellfire. Mistakes of repetition bound up upon the perception of anonymity accompanied by the generality of societal influence of using faceless mobs of opinions to bully and subvert individuals to hop on the bandwagon as a means of passing a phase of life;  ignorance to compensate for the inability of comprehending the complexities of the spaces in-between words spoken in a parallel string. Fever of assimilation is tedious and cannot be expected to be understood with ease, hence the requirement for patience and nerve at moments where even your very existence is phasing in and out of reality. The images in your head assimilate according to each-other and their relevance to the story at hand. Proprietarily the flow of the stream will and only can be decided by the orator, to stress their significance in the story that is about to unravel before eyes, as the sensation of delivery along with the energy expended to express significant emotion; is part of the experience off, witchcraft like mastery of words. A convergence of thought and the birth of Faith.

As rational beings long disconnected from the original roots of survival in a world not built by us, we may find ourselves clinging to what appears at times to be micron thick bulletproofing for society in the form of Law. It is of absolutely no use in a confrontation, even though it will be considered the deciding factor after the event.

This construct, of course, is managed by branches of institutions that operate often on the defiance of any protocol or procedural symmetry across different stations of enforcement. Each often maintains their own belief of the letter of the law with which the tango begins to play in their minds of the accuracy in the actual violation within an observed event. 

Considering that this is now and for the foreseeable future the condition of the world, like a plague of descent in the form of a scarf layered over everyone’s minds as fear creeps its way into most hearts and minds without it. Sometimes I feel like to an extent I am afraid of what rampant freedom and total transparency would do to humanity if we weren’t constantly at battle with morals from around the world, what would we do when it all goes still, and notice that Earth is all we have and we are approaching a fact that should scare the daylight out of any responsible citizen of this world. What would be left; after we hit our carrying capacity and realize that human lifespan is the yardstick for all relevant calculations, and as the entire population of the planet cannot approach a relatively true consensus, especially since this is a conversation not antiquated with my immediate surroundings due to the sensitivity required to address such questions. 

Minding the conversation for the people who don’t know any better is the job that we are inadvertently required to do, to maintain a decorum of sanity in what is already a paradise on fire.

It’s difficult finding a balance of thought especially when it seems like even rational conversation is so perversely twisted to maintain a villainous aura which I both embody and fear all-the-while, being helpless to this plight of mine. 

Stranger still, this leads me down these peculiar realizations. I’m lost within the layers under those scarfs, to the extent that its complexity of design is so fascinating that I’m unwilling to cut through and return to what seems like a unique mentality.