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Prayer and Reflection

“prayer” & reflection clasping hands together, getting down on their knees, squinting eyes closed (in decent lighting which certainly doesn’t call for such action), concentrating on that thing inside the most irrationally desperate parts of their mind, they begin to talk to themselves, be it an internal dialogue or actual, physical, muttering just loud enough so for some reason, they can hear themselves doing it & on top of it all, outside speaking to a fantasy that they perpetuate by indulging in the same fictions which so many have before them, they go on to attribute some greater, collective, all-inclusive, warm & “uniquely human” characteristics to events which are said to warrant such truly insignificant time spent--- for only alone does a concept of reflection actually hold water, since any kind of grouping together of humans, breeds a mass mentality--- so, to what end does this madness flow? what becomes of so many individuals pretending that their infantile squinting & hoping squinting & hoping amounts to anything more than a fart in the wind?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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