Saturday, June 20, 2009

Kata Sarka

Flesh, blood, thought, vision. What's a man to do? Senses overloaded, fuses blown. There was another time, when things were different....somehow. Better even. There was a time.
It's still now. Cold. Slowing down, things are always slowing down.
Confusion, mystery, wonder. A thousand wonders. What's a man to do?
If I were another, I'd be another, and another, and another. If I were one, I would be one. Just one.
There seems to be a malady, a malaise. There seems to be a softening of mores.
A new dawn, a new day, a new me, a new you. All of these things new, today. Everything is new. Everything is knew.
According to the flesh, the blood, the mind. According to the heart, the soul, the sight. Each of these things, according to its own, each of these its own virtue, each of these a gift, each of these a part, a part of man.
First there was fire and stone. Then Iron. First there was flesh and bone. Then steel. First there was moon and star. Then heaven. First there was time and space. Then man. And after man: nothing.

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