September is progressing nicely. It is approaching winter in this sick and misshapen land, with its twisted values and ugly malice posing as virtue, but I wonder whether it was ever anything else, at any time in its history? Was it just that the sickness and diseases of mind, of heart, of spirit, were there all the time, just not quite so obvious, and maybe so well integrated into the ordinary lives of people, that it did not stand out, and was then accepted as the norm? And I suppose when evil is once again the norm, part of one's quotidian day, nothing will appear out of place. I'm in no position to change the course of history. The species has a trajectory in a kind of phase space of many, many, variables. and the outcome is more than likely predetermined. No fool's errand for me. I'm old, I sometimes wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled, and no mermaids will ever call to me. Let the sirens sing for others, then. I have not much to do today, having done so much, but when it is truly cool enough for heavy work outdoors, I have many projects that must be completed. I have decided to stop clearing the land. Let what is dead accumulate, I say now. In my old age I seem to be turning Goth, of all things.
If a gathering darkness of the mind must snuff out the light of reason, then so be it. In the very long run, it simply won't matter. Nothing will matter, nothing endures, and the heat death of the universe is simply inevitable. I can live with that! Sic Transit Gloria Mundi!
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