Morning all (for me, at least; though I resist saying good morning …).
An early start.
Being disabused of many notions is very challenging, not to say painful. Being taught so many lessons rather than taught to learn the same is so hard. And the whole process is turning me into kind of a cruel and embittered person. Which makes me sad, because if I had any virtue before, it was the kindness I strove to express. And when it was kindness I expressed, it was good.
So all that’ll be left, as these shenanigans finally reach their end-game, will be shards of life and a person who must remainder his life as tawdry book: unwanted, unread, undead almost!
I am no longer the person some people loved. And I will, in the future, be loved by people I fear I will always find it hard to love back.
And so the circle of life does circle like vulture. And all of us, in the end, become the carrion of an existence, which futilely we attempt to comprehend, and ultimately we fail in every sense.
And the answer is: no …