Friday night. The weekend loomed. My thoughts were of the EVENT, which had a dramatic impact due to its dogma. The EVENT itself required a thorough reassessment, using authentic definitive methodologies. By no means was it an exaggeration to say that the stereotypes and false notions we encounter obviously present a grotesque philosophical foundation, with inexplicable mysteries clouding the time horizon. More disturbing, wild misconceptions are prevalent, purportedly giving an alarmingly peculiar ennui. The EVENT presented concepts which ascribed experientially tangible yearning for peace. And this in itself artificially transformed the supposed foundation stone in a dogmatic self-defeating philosophy. As I lay awake contemplating this relativism in infantile self-revulsion, Saturday dawned.
As the day wore on, zealously intrinsic fallacies wrought havoc. My inborn sensibility was searching frantically for strenuously convincing reasons and a cogent philosophical explanation. But the fallacy was alarmingly simplistic. The EVENT weighed on my mind, already riddled with doctrines from all angles of human synonymy (if there is such a word).
Saturday night. Ha ha. But more of the same. More sectarian bending over backwards, unapologetically celebrating our headlong rush to devolve the transcendent singular uniqueness thrust upon us. The strong impetus to discern common features was a form of chauvinism in itself. It was cherished, despite its damaging inadequacies. Remarkably, Sunday dawned, with the rising sun bringing hope. But, awakening to the realities of the day was a stark and sad indicator, cogently formidable in its intellectual paradigm.
How could one juxtapose the EVENT with the subjugated soul? It was a severely undermining theory, concocting thoughts all the while eclipsed in the weekend stupor, as we attempt the final assault, on what we believe is the pinnacle.
Astoundingly, Sunday passed in a idyllic reverie. What rational maxims can one use to explain these fleetingly pleasant moments ? Or should they be relegated to the bin of all those which are manifestly untrue, a purposeless and amorphous entity ? The weekend, with its pretentious sheen will see its inevitable demise. And soon. It was Sunday night.
It is my contention that there are glaring inconsistencies inherent in such an untenable position. They are to our detriment, brought about through gratuitous irrationality. Why should we thoughtlessly succumb to the mind-numbing influence of these sort of things ? Who, after all, wants to exult in greatness if perceived fallacious ?
Monday morning, thankfully.
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