The Universe is Expanding; Decaying.

Entitlement

In a toothless grin of roguery, the Faint wanes poetic. I see right through the girl and find the nothing she stands for. Its her own insecurities that keep her hidden in this masquerade. Something alluring about her facetiousness, the familiarity with which we associate our best friends from TeleVision. Maybe her vicious flavour du jour will treat her better this than she makes herself out to be worth.

Yet, I'm not mad at her. I'm angry for her. She could do so much better. She is so much better.

I wish I could be the Pied Piper for the fucked up generations that media razed. 

Is the divinity really disappearing day by day?

Sigh

Life, the universe, and everything.

I readily believe that there are more invisible than visible Natures in the universe. But who will explain for us the family of all these beings, and the ranks and relations and distinguishing features and functions of each? What do they do? What places do they inhabit? The human mind has never attained it. Meanwhile I do not deny that it is helpful sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as on a tablet, the image of a greater and better world, lest the intellect, habituated to the petty things of daily life, narrow itself and sink wholly into trivial thoughts. But at the same time we must be watchful for the truth and keep a sense of proportion, so that we may distinguish the certain from the uncertain, dar from night.

Thomas Burnet, Archaeologiae Philosophicae

Major Malfunction

Oh George Eliot. Tell it like it is, sister

Through all these crowded excited months, Bertha’s inward self remained shrouded 

from me, and I still read her thoughts only through the language of her lips and 

demeanour: I had still the human interest of wondering whether what I did and said 

pleased her, of longing to hear a word of affection, of giving a delicious exaggeration 

of meaning to her smile.  But I was conscious of a growing difference in her manner 

towards me; sometimes strong enough to be called haughty coldness, cutting and 

chilling me as the hail had done that came across the sunshine on our marriage 

morning; sometimes only perceptible in the dexterous avoidance of a tête-à-tête walk 

or dinner to which I had been looking forward.  I had been deeply pained by 

this—had even felt a sort of crushing of the heart, from the sense that my brief day of 

happiness was near its setting; but still I remained dependent on Bertha, eager for the 

last rays of a bliss that would soon be gone for ever, hoping and watching for some 

after-glow more beautiful from the impending night.

[...]

For Bertha too, after her kind, felt the bitterness of disillusion.  She had believed that 

my wild poet’s passion for her would make me her slave; and that, being her slave, I 

should execute her will in all things.  With the essential shallowness of a negative,

unimaginative nature, she was unable to conceive the fact that sensibilities were 

anything else than weaknesses.  She had thought my weaknesses would put me in 

her power, and she found them unmanageable forces.  Our positions were reversed. 

Before marriage she had completely mastered my imagination, for she was a secret to 

me; and I created the unknown thought before which I trembled as if it were hers. 

But now that her soul was laid open to me, now that I was compelled to share the 

privacy of her motives, to follow all the petty devices that preceded her words and 

acts, she found herself powerless with me, except to produce in me the chill shudder 

of repulsion—powerless, because I could be acted on by no lever within her reach.  I 

was dead to worldly ambitions, to social vanities, to all the incentives within the 

compass of her narrow imagination, and I lived under influences utterly invisible to 

her. 

From the very birth

The candied voice

Will disappear,

In light of the recent events that brought us here.

I've put up with

Enough I think

Can't stop the fall because my heart would sink

We first learn futility, then sulk in our swaddling clothes, 

From the very birth.

The way she goes.