The Sun's overhead, and da concrete underneath, flashing as ever. The potholes are dead empty, and u pine for the puddle of muddy fluid, otherwise a paradigm of the unorganized, adrift human flock, to you. These are the times wen u, helpless, forsaken, stand to see ur sublime, pacified and serene self evaporate and blend irretrievably with the milieu.
These are the times wen you less the necessary contrast wid everything around, fail to discreetly spot and identify ur real peculiar self from the ambience, u exist to feel, decipher, and exploit..
..and then something, a chemical, I guess, frenzied, fanatically runs through the length of ur frame, strikes head-on every accessible nerve and tissue, causing mutation of the normally random (I always wonder why we seek to find stabilty and syncronization in our all our efforts and try to reach out for da so called "marked proper allignment" in every thing that we come across, wen on the other hand the concepts of randomness and entropy have been so clearly associated with the idea of equilibrium!!) entities and making them move in conformity wid each other. On the psychological outlook, manifested in the personage of the human existence, dis phase of the phenomenon reveals itself in the form of paranoia, subdued confidence, vexation and at times elementary psychosis. Is this EGO?
Is this actually the scorch of the nearest star or the sogginess resulting from insatiable fancies, and a sulky and sullen within, which drips through the contours of the mycoderma, and makes you taper off the threshold of your air castling expections and utopian dreams...
Is the solar intervention in ur otherwise dormant, placid, harmless and shallow-vacuus reality the cause of ur adversity or an excuse that the "bindu" endoes u wid, wid the intention that you, out of the inflicted prick 'ld rise up to rationality and speculativeness for the transient nature of life and mortality of the universe...
Is this aggresiveness of the nature a boon or a bane or is the elucidation to these controversial queries conditional to the manner we accept or bypass the challenge?
Watever be the logic, but one thing is clear that ours is the most impudent and blatant species, which takes no time in chiding all reasons of human distress and ticklishness to the unknown void, the very same innocuous DOT, that we pray to in our time of devoir, and exploit non-conventionally ironically, for the ultimate end of deciphering its cause and purpose...
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