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by Phantasmagoria   Mar 25, 2008


But what can we do as jurors, assailants, or mere onlookers? One ungodly or undeserving seems to matter not in the 'more common' human eye. Those particularly flawed are none other than varmint or perhaps some type of social stigma created out of the fear residing in the mind of the 'common man'; who, were it not outlandishly bold to say, would match in near identification with the patient he is so eager to destroy. The 'sane schizophrenic', if you will -- for he suffers (and prevails, as we multi-celled members should not forget) under the delusion of many a-day, which has become so common that it has been formally noted as the maxim. Once again, a more redundant human can be heard; a voice above the herd, asking, 'but, what can we do?' O, but blessed are they, the jurors of blind sheep, for their mind has been set for them, pre-dating the occasion, of course, since their birth. And do we forget and perhaps spare with all induced righteousness the murderers of this, 'nobility'? Nary do they answer, as these noble cannot speak of their own accord. Yet, it matters not, for single voices, if not unheard, remain aloof, ignoring altogether a new proposition. Take into account, for instance, the idealism of a flawed existence. Most of mankind denies this claim on erroneous grounds. But, though erroneous, this claim is only proper and thereby 'true'. As for onlookers --as we all are-- their life is but futile. This assumed court, our universe, our so called life, and our existence provides about as much importance to eternity as an ant in just one hill among many. Prosperity? Education? A concept convicted to be underminded, then discounted as our surefire demise ensues. What knowledge can be offered to aid in our prevalence is rejected by out fellow contemporaries, and the rest; our savior, cannot truly be discovered. Thus, a conclusion-- what can we do as jurors? We can but veil. What can we do as assailants? We can but accept our nature. What can we do as onlookers? We can but observe, my friends, and hope for deliverance.

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