Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

specks

Self-importance is the swing of the psychic pendulum into a disturbed realm, as destructive at the apex as the self-abnegation of the opposite pole.  The Universe abhorrs hubris, as much as any vacuum, and punishes inflated pride with the same rush of cosmic pressures into a void.  Our significance is fleeting and vastly inconsequential.  Any sustainable confidence must include a strong dose of humility.

Layers of exhaustion have waylaid my spirit.  Sometimes the sheer number of battles that fill a day is daunting.  "Do the next thing," saith the Fitzgerald.

I am little impressed with the wonders of nature, the rivers and forests, mountains and seas.  My eyes are dazzled by the beauty of women, the soft murmur of their loving hearts, the delicious landscapes of their curving flesh.  Her beauty is my universe, her love my gravity.

Skydivers plummet to their deaths.  "I don't have a death wish - I have a thirst for living."  Someone needs to explain the "deathwish" concept to these people.  I don't think it means what they think it means.

People have a gift for rationalizing that makes me loathe to listen to their reasons and excuses. 

Malinov

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#1  29 June 2005 - 08:36

 

'Our significance is fleeting and vastly inconsequential.'

So true.

Jackal

#2  29 June 2005 - 11:47

 

I've been ODing on diverse documentaries and perspective becomes an benefit of developing a broad understanding. We exist individually, culturally, as a species, even planetarily on the slightest of threads.

If you want to live (relatively) forever, become part of a great story. A good tale might even survive the heat-death of our wonderful Universe.

M

Malinov

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