Our Amorphous Angst

"I should have lost a gesture and a pose. Sometimes these cogitations still amaze The troubled midnight and the moon's repose." ---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot Que tan dificil es decir todo lo que siento. O! This emptiness, this vacuity, this unfilled mental space not admitting place to what does not pass our tests of time, or logic -- no crutches in opposition to unembellished fact -- no sweetened fairy tales, no selfish constructs to justify seizing goods or power; no promises of forever nor of endless pleasures: only bare existence -- "being" -- in this unguided, ultimately purposeless angst-filled universe. And, always, mere inertia, eternal resistance or accelerating change toward foreseeable, entirely predictable end. Act! Construct reality! Live your life.