Channelling Lovecraft, Rewriting Kafka
Original, from Kafka's 'The Trees'
For we are as tree-trunks in the snow. Apparently they are merely resting on the surface of the snow, and a little push would be enough to knock them over. No, that’s not the case, for they are firmly attached to the ground. But see, even that is only seemingly the case.
Rewritten
For we find our existence in the vast expanse of time and space to be akin to that of imposing, daunting tree-trunks in the blinding, stunningly white vista of the snow. Apparently they are trivially and inconsequentially reposing on the downy surface of the snow, and the exercise of a miniscule, almost insignificant pushing motion would be sufficient cause to decisively fell them. No, that is not how matters actually stand, for they are firmly, inextricably bound to the indifferent ground. But see, even that is merely how things ostensibly appear to be.
For we are as tree-trunks in the snow. Apparently they are merely resting on the surface of the snow, and a little push would be enough to knock them over. No, that’s not the case, for they are firmly attached to the ground. But see, even that is only seemingly the case.
Rewritten
For we find our existence in the vast expanse of time and space to be akin to that of imposing, daunting tree-trunks in the blinding, stunningly white vista of the snow. Apparently they are trivially and inconsequentially reposing on the downy surface of the snow, and the exercise of a miniscule, almost insignificant pushing motion would be sufficient cause to decisively fell them. No, that is not how matters actually stand, for they are firmly, inextricably bound to the indifferent ground. But see, even that is merely how things ostensibly appear to be.