I would own the greatest castle if I were not so simple of a man
I would wear the most expensive mode if I were not so disgusted by the envy of others
I would immerse myself in the wonderment of my Mother’s nature if others had not defiled it so
I would accumulate treasure and wealth beyond measure if it were not so corrupted by the souls of the foolish
I would navigate all the tranquil seas of this world if they had not been so polluted by ignorance
I would be enslaved by Aphrodite’s passion if it had not been reduced to vanity and trinkets of illusion by Madmen
I would save Nation and World from its insecure, parochial, vindictive, paranoid un-enlightenment consuming conscience and soul in its journey into the abyss if it were not for the fact that I simply don’t care
For what purpose then beautiful and enigmatic Creation, is it to desire, to live and then to perish?
In Athena’s name I beseech thee for Solomonic wisdom!
I invoke Descartes’ pondering, “I Think Therefore I AM” but what meaning holds this in elucidation in purity and truth of a living death where to live evokes no passion or purpose?
Am I ugly for feeling, or for not feeling?
And…if I may ask, or you ugly like me so that I am not alone?
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi