Duality of an equilibrium...
Why must I run along a hell-bent course determined to re-sculpt the face of mind kind - hope fully for the better - rather than just drabble on in mindless daily affairs like so many of my kind? So often my thoughts drift through plains of perspective, almost always ending with one foot or another firmly planted in one idealistic notion or another. And there, upon what I perceive as a higher cloud looking down upon the masses, I soak up the un-selfless notions bouncing between lips of bantering herds and take their words along a arduous course through trials and tribulations, ending at worthless humanitarian dreams - but for what?
What lies at the end of an idealistic path other than a long list of ill-fated ideals? Why must there always be a hero and a villain in my mind and why must I always play both? On some distant land in a far off hallucination I would sit idly in a bar chugging back distorted shouts and roars of laughter between swigs of stale ale. I could lean like a condemned cottage against a poorly tiled wall with one sooty arm supporting a blistered forehead and the other poorly guiding a more than flaccid shaft as it freed, dribble by dribble, the last round of drinks. I would shake the last drop loose and shove myself free of the walls terrible gravity only to stagger backwards, trudge through a door, and reload the urinary express.
But there must always be a hero and there must always be a villain - in my mind - and who better set to match my wits than my own, so why not play both parts and always come to a well-met match. And between each round, both sit and hope to arrive at a better end by the end...as is the nature of duality in a balanced mind.
Oh, and...
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