Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“It is when the immortality of reasoning takes
over that you feel a sort of incessant insistence for the mortal faith, for the
vulnerability of your physical existence was ever too much to ask to be a
companion on a journey which claimed to take you beyond the filthy shades of
survival, the rotting ritual of daily chorus whose ever so nauseating smell corrupts
your lungs and leaves you hallucinating while you prayed to be rescued, to be
taken away, and offered a glimpse of a glittering world of intellect which
claimed to offer a sense of salvation, though for some reason it continues to
be a private affair for some of intelligent vagabonds trying desperately to
portray themselves as savior over and above the shadows of all those struggling
to survive, while their own survival remains non-existent beneath those
so-called light of reason. Hope is ever so tempting that one sooner or later
falls for it only to find himself being a victim of a sort of betrayal and yet
faith continues to look after the ceremony of burial while the reason offers a
bleak condolence; could one rest in peace? We could only wonder and wander…”
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