How, HOW much can I ramble?!!? :)
Hurdles. Created, added and multiplied hour by hour by day by year. Hurdles everyday for an eternity of days. Minutes are endless and last a lifetime, weeks disappear in a single flutter of the eyelash. Time is just this concept that civilises society, a regulator that preserves some sort of superficial decorum.
Ugh.
I hate order, abhor decorum.
Back to the Hurdles. Some people jump over them, soundlessly and victoriously reaching the other side -- of course some crash and break ligaments and bones. And heads. Many choose to walk on this side of the hurdle all their lives, not seeing its endlessness and not understanding why they can't find a break and get to the other side. Never getting to the other side. A few creep through, wriggling on their stomachs to emerge dirty and tired across, but hell, they emerge right?
What I find unsettling is that most of them just stand there thinking, weighing their thoughts, looking, waiting. It makes me uneasy because if Man doesn't go the mountain then yes the mountain must and will come to Man (he'll make it come - he can, he should, he ought to) but what when men just stand there looking at the mountain? What then?
I wish to believe that such men don't exist, but then I'd be the kind that doesn't walk alongside the hurdle ignorant of its Great Wall of China status (not even that, not even that! *sniff* I'm probably the freak who loves creating them damned hurdles), but the kind that bumps head-on into the hurdle a gazillion times and refuses to see it still, denying it impertinently( the impertinence is but obviously completely natural, quite unintended) the granting of a status, or even acknowledgment of an existence.
Yeah yeah I know it's called denial.
Ugh.
I hate order, abhor decorum.
Back to the Hurdles. Some people jump over them, soundlessly and victoriously reaching the other side -- of course some crash and break ligaments and bones. And heads. Many choose to walk on this side of the hurdle all their lives, not seeing its endlessness and not understanding why they can't find a break and get to the other side. Never getting to the other side. A few creep through, wriggling on their stomachs to emerge dirty and tired across, but hell, they emerge right?
What I find unsettling is that most of them just stand there thinking, weighing their thoughts, looking, waiting. It makes me uneasy because if Man doesn't go the mountain then yes the mountain must and will come to Man (he'll make it come - he can, he should, he ought to) but what when men just stand there looking at the mountain? What then?
I wish to believe that such men don't exist, but then I'd be the kind that doesn't walk alongside the hurdle ignorant of its Great Wall of China status (not even that, not even that! *sniff* I'm probably the freak who loves creating them damned hurdles), but the kind that bumps head-on into the hurdle a gazillion times and refuses to see it still, denying it impertinently( the impertinence is but obviously completely natural, quite unintended) the granting of a status, or even acknowledgment of an existence.
Yeah yeah I know it's called denial.
posted by Kronoskraor at 12:15 PM
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