Feasting

Structures are what we aworked with. Structures are what we preserved. And order comes from the structures of which we stubbornly upheld.

There are in my opinion many different perspectives on which we can see matters. We can see in matter categories, intensity and space. But in these categories is not we would basically hold.

As a matter of subjectivity and opinion, the truth of matter of which no one wants to admit is that boxes and lines do not exist except for those that exist in our heads.

But as a matter of management and authority, it is best for people to be kept within these lines. And indeed, certain people of a different nature, attempts to change these lines via various means- of which viewed as anti-social or of crude disposition.

And indeed sympathies exist in those few who attempt to break these lines while the head rules on an individual basis, the futility of their actions. I have begun to view them with increasing intensity of sympathies rather and apathy as I realised that they were really much braver than I am.

They are driven by causes over and above oneself, while I am whom is no more driven by a curiosity and a foolhardy mind. But sympathies are the best that I can do because I am not a man of noble ambitions or vision but rather one of self-interested desires.

I am not a man of faith but yet in my deepest recesses of my mind, I hope they succeed not in the perverse way but in a way where a man of smaller mind admiring that of one with a grander vision.

With foolishness I can claim ignorance, but with knowledge comes choices of which a man of my cooler disposition is ill-advised to take on a project of such a grand scale.

Although, it is indeed a tough pill to swallow, I would have to succumb to the best of my instincts that everyone has won and I have lost. And indeed, I would have to be like everyone else, to stick to my lines, my station and accept the winds of change- of which I know would be really hard given the out-sized expectations previously.

I have no grand vision nor a great project- I do not possess the ego nor the confidence to make this bold claim.

And as I write these words, I hear the wolfs howling and I hear the vultures encircling, but my life is not a movie, of which dramatic events happened everywhere I go.

I have no idea how this would end- but I reckon this would happen quietly and without fuss.

But I do see signatures of my work imprinted all over the world and media- for the better or for the worse.

I have always talked about unintended consequences before, but this is one unintended consequence that has really elude me for so long- that my ideas have provided strands of which life has been organized, and I believed that it would permeate longer than I would expected, wider than I anticipated.

I do not need a knighthood or scholarship to affirm that.

Let the feasting begin.

Cheers,

Eugene