Is it possible to live outside obligation? To exist as one feels. Walking away from the demands of others. Is such a thing so foolish yet a permanent residence of our soul? Where are we going with our rituals of objectifying that which we control as victory? so we visit again the castle and marsh of victory and defeat. A sole place in which we all struggle for a quiet rest at night while daily fighting to boot out that those who may bed our temporary cot. Is it just a purpose then? The purpose you embroidered upon your flag. The flags we all wave in pride that our deity of reasoning is true until winds rip it from its pole. Amongst all the arguing we have not began to see the frailty of existence. We all feel it even if, by the absence of contrast of personal experience, have it vainly mislabeled as strength. So it is foresight that, because that which turns against time dies quicker, I accept the fate of failures. To concede the contest to claim control is to coalesce the possible and improbable into sole entity. The union of chaos and order. The singularity of contrast.
-M