Leanne - Someone once said to me that a cynic is a grown-up optimist. Once I'm sure you (or other not-quite-grown cynics) would have cast out the same words with different intent, in exaggerated hope that they might be heard and make a difference -- and now they're cast in irony, mocking the world no more than they mock the self for wanting the world to hear. And yet the mob lives for those pleasures, does it not? Should we feed it, or leave it starve and see what takes its place?
Mosquitobyte - aaah, most insightful Leanne. I for one am inclined to let it starve. Perversity see's me constantly needing to "go too far" so that hte world can see what it is to be alive however. Such were the Libertines, such am I.
Thanks as always.
Mos.
Leanne - God yes, you need to beat the bastards over the head to remind them to take their hoods off.
Rene' - So if I am still an optimist at the age of 52, does that mean I am not yet grown up or better still, will never be grown up?
I have constant hope that someone in the masses will heed my warning, my calls for help, or grasp onto any hope that I cast out for them to grab on to.
----- just wandering the maze of hallways in my bent mind!
I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!
Mosquitobyte - Hehe Rene, I have very vague, distant memories of being an optimist. Strangley though, some would say I'm yet to grow up!
Rene' - Rereading this poem I find that it fits my mood like a well formed glove today. My optimism (for the moment I hope) is deeply buried under the weight of responsibility and reading this poem is a reflection of how I am feeling. That makes me feel kindred of sorts...
----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!
I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!
Mosquitobyte - Well Rene, I sincerely hope you have not joined me in the world of Apathy, a lovely place where you cease to give a shit! lol
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