Sliding along the razor-edge of scornful disregard, we observe a lessening of integrity in all quagmires of collective discord. Here, fraught souls, obsessed with the unimaginable, strive to achieve within parameters insidiously designed to alienate, not augment, human camaraderie.

Who have we become pursuing SELF?

Observe the pouty son of Daedalus, readily disillusioned, but still aspiring to those idealistic dreams of escapism on heights unattainable. Transcending the reality of Crete’s majesty, and its romantic demigods, Icarian ideals liquefied, while the blind saucy seizing of utopian desperation slid through the fingers of the futurist Icarus. As a memorial to imagination and matchless implementation, molten feathered wax congealed upon the surface of the Aegean Sea and Icarus found an ignoble demise.

Where has HONOR and INTEGRITY gone?

Could it be that modern societies have established this in no uncertain terms: that I will embrace you contingent upon this rule; if you venerate me, I will allow you to do so. Based on convoluted ethics we become ego-centric islands. Flying our own ensigns, we march pompously to the relentless cacophony of silent brain-drummers guiding us hither and thither in pursuit of what we think brings us meaning. Dutifully, observing narcissism as an option, we salute self in the mirrors of entropy while regulating the candela of luminous flux to heighten and accentuate the golden calves we erect. Gradually, as we fade into the insipid brownish waters of death, the cartels fallen-angels continue pumping mountains of poisonous white snow into the veins of this once great country. Sadly, the once great soul wanes incontrovertibly.

Is there LOVE and UNITY anymore?

Like the lambda hyperon, such thinking concerns only those relegated to short-span existence; me-vapors appearing and disappearing. As such, the agnostic contends inexorably against Truth, espousing that he will continue forging forward in his rut irrespective of what one proposes as an alternative mind-set, or what is ideated, or taught, or remains as tradition, or more importantly what IS Truth.

The agnostic, uncertain of all claims to knowledge, free-thinking humanist, contends: “There is no Highest Creator God. There is no Risen Christ. As it’s been said of them: 'we reject religious dogma, supernaturalism, pseudo-science, or superstition as the basis of morality or decision making.' For the agnostic theoretical intrigues are of no consequence. They choose to debase their hearts and souls with all they deem unique, and obligatory, to self-improvement, and self-realization, and also those things inclusive to the perpetuation of the ideal Olympian free-thinking man/woman. So they contend: ‘I will always imbibe my inherent goodness despite those hints of perpetual lessening that I understand from historical chronologies. I will pursue pyrite-metallic-luster, and also entertain those fool’s gold philosophers in the hopes of heightening my societal rank, and, most importantly, my eventual induction into those (somewhat less than ideal) ranks of onerous celebrity and corporeal deity.'

Now … aside from the fact that self too often bumbles along as a three-legged elephant across paper bridges, lessened by any amount of strain, self will continue making those choices that are good for self, and the pursuit of what self desires, while traversing the valleys and ridges of its own own untarnished theocracy.

HAIL CAESAR!
              Between the Cracks