In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, life watches from the shadow And the stars go squawking but Life remains a blessing No winter without a spring beyond the dark horizon a brighter day For those who leave us for a while Out of a restless, care worn world Our hearts will once more sing a sun will always sing and a sky will carry our heart into stars.
"The Once and Future King" - part 4, "The Candle in the Wind" (1958, Terence White) - End: "The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea"
"Desolation Angels" (1966, Jack Kerouac), part 1-1-15
Flirting on the topic of community One finds themselves at a loss Both in knowledge and in influence We lack control
To define morality To define discipline To define nature and what is natural As much as it is a social construct It is just as much a personal construct. In being so, as much as we lack within ourselves and as much as we lack in being a community Humanity loses adherence And yet strengthens its adherence all the same
As much as one may believe we advance as a society We lose ourselves Societies cycle on, only words change their meanings.
The more I grow to witness two sides of a coin, the more I reconsider my position in the world.