I am a person caught in the dwindling conundrum of two separate realities. The continuum of my existence is only rivaled by my desire to fathom the mysteries of arrogance and ignorance. Entranced by the plethora of imminent chaos around me, i have subtly refused to accept my predominant side.
When i look at Rorschach inkblots, i see nothing - Nothing! What is a person supposed to assume from this predicament? Am i really that thoughtless or is my amplified sense of reality obscured by a holographic dilemma?
In awe I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebon void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang forever festooned in their orbital majesty.
As i feast my eyes upon this divine comedy, I find myself fixated upon the same question as Hamlet once was - "To be or not to be" - a question which only time will answer with a derelict endorsement and some quick procrastination will follow.
Damn you Machiavelli!
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