Nonsense of the Evening Pre-Curfew

Let’s have some fun tonight — Scenery. Beauty and nature are a bulwark of the rambunctious mind. For when we stand tall, we oft fall to our deepest desires and collapse under the weight of our own callousness. Provided that, if not forsaken by our own perceptions, we are able to perceive wonders of a world that is poetic in nature, the grandiose appears not to be grandiose, but subsequently far from picturesque, and more alongside normality. Adjustment to the grandiose is of difficulty to one that has not been able to experience; limited experience motivates the mind at the behest of their own motivations, yet for those that have lived to experience, the limited experience itself stymies the mind of the experienced.

Repetition is a key trait in the minds of the few, yet the minds of the many. How can it be that if I were not to constantly repeat the same phrases along the concrete, for you to understand?

Manners maketh the man, and so does the perceptions of the man. The man who has lived to perceive has lived a life of falsities. Who decides the man, and works in which he has achieved? The metric in which we measure ourselves is not of our understanding, it is not in a fortnight in which we understand, but over millennia. Time shifteth perception away from the grandiose to the tragic — the darkest imaginings of our imagination.

To motivate is to detract. Detract from, the perhaps, dozens of other aspects of generations so devoid of motivation beyond what is set ahead of them. Few have bucked the trend, yet without the shift towards de-adhesioning ourselves to comfort, this is where we are. Nihilist in view, perhaps, but who is to decide the nihilist? Only the optimist. And who is to decide the optimist? Only the nihilist. Normality is not the norm.

What?