Let's see... I actually wanted to start with something lighter... But, hey, in this world nothing is light anymore... The supposed intellectual advancements of man have actually created complications instead of solutions, in a lot of cases at least. Well, here's piece number 06 from the brain farts of the panda... this was written half a decade ago... never published... always kept in the recesses of dark folder on my hard drive. Read... Understand... Reflect... React... Enjoy...
Patience is a virtue. It aids one in his quest for enlightenment, the light of wisdom that shines forth and sheds truth and understanding. But what goes when patience woes? When the light of wisdom fails to break through the mundane reality of the existential and the subliminal. Harsh, though it may be, the answer is the only other alternative to apathy. An apathy tested by the loss of patience. As earthen and as petty as reality, the harsh truth is the answer, the only force that may, in time and in thought open the mind of both the wise and the ignorant.
The ubiquitous effervescence of the paradoxical relativity through temporal alteration is the evanescent perpetuity of the existence of psychic melancholy. This statement best serves to show how the passage of patience goes with the passage of time. The existence of absurd ways of thinking; that which does not consider that which is and which is not. An uncanny relation between reality and ideality is present in whatever event occurs. This is what is and what is not.
Be warned of the narrow ways of thought of humans; of those who think right but are wrong. Wronged not by what is existent around, instead, wronged by what is existent within. The narrow path… the never ending train of self-righteousness deficient in what should be. The conflict of the mind of one and the minds of many. It is in the nature of humans to defend themselves even to the extent of being wrong. It is as inevitable as the existence of conflict, for it is the root of conflict. Man is fraught with turmoil. Not only in the mundane plain but also in the ethereal realm. This is the cost of existence.
The vex in such petty reality is the source of trivial idiocy of mind. A lapse in what seemed perfection is truly a flaw in what really is. The melancholy of man’s existence is self- preservation. Man would best his fellow man and even himself. Irritating, yes… inevitable, definitely… foolish, truly… man is but a vessel of idiocy and selfishness. And just when it seems all is for, one rises… disparate to the ideals and beliefs of the lot, with no intention to resort to diplomacy unlike the most. Why is it that man wishes to complicate his existence? Another proof of an eternally damned existence? The idiocy of man goes on. The endless quest for non-sense, a pathetic journey.
Only few have seen theory. Only few have let the light of wisdom transcend their being. Only few truly exist in the plain of truth and righteousness. The remaining lot still insists… still persist on their wrong. Inevitable… interminable…
Narrow and Broad... A conflict of Menial Prowess
Patience is a virtue. It aids one in his quest for enlightenment, the light of wisdom that shines forth and sheds truth and understanding. But what goes when patience woes? When the light of wisdom fails to break through the mundane reality of the existential and the subliminal. Harsh, though it may be, the answer is the only other alternative to apathy. An apathy tested by the loss of patience. As earthen and as petty as reality, the harsh truth is the answer, the only force that may, in time and in thought open the mind of both the wise and the ignorant.
The ubiquitous effervescence of the paradoxical relativity through temporal alteration is the evanescent perpetuity of the existence of psychic melancholy. This statement best serves to show how the passage of patience goes with the passage of time. The existence of absurd ways of thinking; that which does not consider that which is and which is not. An uncanny relation between reality and ideality is present in whatever event occurs. This is what is and what is not.
Be warned of the narrow ways of thought of humans; of those who think right but are wrong. Wronged not by what is existent around, instead, wronged by what is existent within. The narrow path… the never ending train of self-righteousness deficient in what should be. The conflict of the mind of one and the minds of many. It is in the nature of humans to defend themselves even to the extent of being wrong. It is as inevitable as the existence of conflict, for it is the root of conflict. Man is fraught with turmoil. Not only in the mundane plain but also in the ethereal realm. This is the cost of existence.
The vex in such petty reality is the source of trivial idiocy of mind. A lapse in what seemed perfection is truly a flaw in what really is. The melancholy of man’s existence is self- preservation. Man would best his fellow man and even himself. Irritating, yes… inevitable, definitely… foolish, truly… man is but a vessel of idiocy and selfishness. And just when it seems all is for, one rises… disparate to the ideals and beliefs of the lot, with no intention to resort to diplomacy unlike the most. Why is it that man wishes to complicate his existence? Another proof of an eternally damned existence? The idiocy of man goes on. The endless quest for non-sense, a pathetic journey.
Only few have seen theory. Only few have let the light of wisdom transcend their being. Only few truly exist in the plain of truth and righteousness. The remaining lot still insists… still persist on their wrong. Inevitable… interminable…
