Friday, August 8

The man without a mission

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There is neither principle, nor axiom. Neither virtue, nor vice. Merely a compulsive vacillation that takes over the being. Exigency triumphs over a studied decision and memory falls prey to a sudden rush of blood. The first road out is the first road traversed. The mind sails through without thought and there is but goalless travel.

He rides the wind, aiming to reach nowhere in particular. A man without a mission, he is unique only because of his month end flicker of electronic pulses. Survival is his only reason for existence. He is without inspiration, joy or purpose.

An eternal gloom prevails with no dusk or dark in sight. He wonders why he chooses to carry on.

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  1. And thus is was said, that only when man loses all bearing of self, will the bewilderment in the twilight play upon uncertainty and fatigue.

    Jude nor fear the dead end. Serene. Still. Soothing and sombre. Like the gentle reminder shaking your bones, echoing the night to day to evening to the heavens.

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  2. And thus is was said, that only when man loses all bearing of self, will the bewilderment in the twilight play upon uncertainty and fatigue.

    Jude nor fear the dead end. Serene. Still. Soothing and sombre. Like the gentle reminder shaking your bones, echoing the night to day to evening to the heavens.

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