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14 years ago
So there’s this thing. We all know about the thing. It comes and it goes. We categorize it by its shade; we measure it by its weight. We know it by its tone and by its look. We’ve heard about it. We talk about it. We’re aware of it when it glosses the eyes of another.
When it’s heavy and dark; when it’s vicious and ugly.
Infrequently we notice it boiling forth from our own abyssal depths, obliterating its constraints and overwhelming our temperament. It burns so brightly, at times. Sometimes it consumes us.
However deep it dwells, there’s also depth to it. I assume it’s multifaceted; I suppose it must be. It may be the thing that defines who we are. How we behave. What we feel. At its best, I imagine it may contribute to our morals and ethics. It’s something primordial, I guess. I don’t really know what it is. I don’t think anyone truly does.
It’s nuanced, when convenient. Consequently, it’s usually overlooked or unnoticed in those instances. Typically, it’s just another rambling, incoherent thing which we contend with; one of Those Things. In those instances when it makes itself apparent.
Whatever it is, I certainly don’t think it’s a bad thing. It can be, but it isn’t inherently. Though at times it may be heavy, dark, vicious, or ugly, those aren’t its only identifiable attributes. Those are only the most noticeable.
This thing is something genuine. When it breaches our conscious, having overflowed its container, we are carried by its current. One of the joys of the journey is that we have no idea where that current may take us. One of the horrors is that we might expose the worst of our nature. Regardless of what we may discover or what might surface, consideration could be all that’s important.
As usual, I’m drunk. So it’s equally possible that that’s all that’s important. We'll make our decision in the morning.
- Jason
When it’s heavy and dark; when it’s vicious and ugly.
Infrequently we notice it boiling forth from our own abyssal depths, obliterating its constraints and overwhelming our temperament. It burns so brightly, at times. Sometimes it consumes us.
However deep it dwells, there’s also depth to it. I assume it’s multifaceted; I suppose it must be. It may be the thing that defines who we are. How we behave. What we feel. At its best, I imagine it may contribute to our morals and ethics. It’s something primordial, I guess. I don’t really know what it is. I don’t think anyone truly does.
It’s nuanced, when convenient. Consequently, it’s usually overlooked or unnoticed in those instances. Typically, it’s just another rambling, incoherent thing which we contend with; one of Those Things. In those instances when it makes itself apparent.
Whatever it is, I certainly don’t think it’s a bad thing. It can be, but it isn’t inherently. Though at times it may be heavy, dark, vicious, or ugly, those aren’t its only identifiable attributes. Those are only the most noticeable.
This thing is something genuine. When it breaches our conscious, having overflowed its container, we are carried by its current. One of the joys of the journey is that we have no idea where that current may take us. One of the horrors is that we might expose the worst of our nature. Regardless of what we may discover or what might surface, consideration could be all that’s important.
As usual, I’m drunk. So it’s equally possible that that’s all that’s important. We'll make our decision in the morning.
- Jason
