Of late I find myself surrounded by the meek and the naive. The simple, ignorant, timid, oblivious and occasionally plain obnoxious. Given the gravely frustrating landscape upon which this turn transpires; I come to be infuriated far more oft than I would ever have expected, or like.
I miss the company of the fierce and the brave. The overtly intelligent, complicated, occasionally embittered, disillusioned; even borderline arrogant or malign. The conflicted who passionately strive and aspire; who burn so brilliantly.
I fly at the face of these flickering shadows.
Beyond any doubt i am being severely tested; colour me convinced of The Powers’ intentions. Temptation to tantrum tantalises; I leer at the very thought of this conspiracy to humble. Therein we find given cause; for all-this-come-to-pass.
Exhibit A, I would argue, that what we are is not good enough for the universe; that would see us forced into becoming else.