Did It Even Matter? ©

Putting theory into action. A rare single step. Sticking to basic guides, unavoidable. I'm completely inappropriate. You're defending nothing. Circumstantial principles. Double standards and living for the last words. No map of your games, or translations made. When you  really look back on it, does it even matter?

Substance is only appreciated. Substance without substance, if you know what I mean.

When writings were infants; technology a glimmer in a day-dreamer's eye. When they executed wise men who toasted with their own poisonous final drink. Anything worth learning, worth speaking of, worth committing time to . . .is worth being questioned.

audience, keep your questions to yourself!! :-)

But one step forward precedes two steps back. I thought I left all my junk behind. It's a quiddity and I'm sure you've known it too. The thing I've had a laugh about seems to anger you. But how can you stay so stubborn without a leg to stand on? I don't have enough Socratic charm, or popularity but I challenge nonetheless. You paint me your attacker , nemesis, degenerate. But  when you look back on it, did it really even matter? Even a little?

For once, I let go . . . I laughed, and you translated an attack.

Some thought to scorch the earth. But the smoke is choking. On the choking, fury feeds. Deserving betrayers bleed and innocent onlookers scream. Is this really me?

My conceptions  confuse me indeed.