Friday, May 1, 2015

Rachel weeping for her children

     Some time ago I asked a question and was told that such is not allowed and now everyone questions why I walked away. Far from the maddening crowd I cry out in the wilderness that I still have not found a satisfactory answer and no longer believe that one can be found; I’d settle for a room with a view as long as it’s not overlooking a swimming pool next to the endless ocean. Oh the meaningless motion, there are days I can’t even find the will to get out of bed and take a shower. What I have heard is what has been said, but a bar of soap is not enough for the unwashed masses, during the interview I will wear dark glasses so the illiterate writer can’t read my eyes. His vocabulary will comprise of the word compromise unable to surmise what is erased in the eradication of absolutes. So resolute that by being astute he can reason with the uninformed, predict the storm and hope it dissipates before landfall; I only listen to those who say there is no listening. Herod was fat and glistening when his orders were obeyed without hesitation. Despots and dictators are the infestation of history remembered for the amount of the body count.
     Pews praised the promises of prosperity while warning of severities if I didn’t submit, but I couldn’t acquit and found that iniquity was not the proper word to describe when I completely untied the knots that held me bound. The ocean bottom echoed back the sound mapping out a topography of a landscape that exposed nothing but infertile ground and so I’m here but not around as conservatives fret over the threat but never ask why the inhabitants of humanity are always piled high and the only answer is a someday in the sweet by and by as each generation genocides justified by layers of lies. At least Rachel didn’t pretend that the mandates of a madman could be solaced by means justifying the ends.

(and would not be comforted, because they are not)

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