The inimitable, inexplicably banal imitation is all-encompass and uncompromising. It takes a brain and bounds it to materialistically commercialistic objectivity. The brain rots with industrialized nonsensical rationalization and acquiesces to deathly self- indignation, both willingly in arrogance and unwillingly in ignorance.
The dawning disillusionment saves exiled brilliance from the imperial jaws of swinish hounds. It illuminates a ulterior path that only the initiated can fathom. It distorts distortion and contorts contortion, patiently absorbing the unbeknown with contrite redemptive acceptance. It revels in obstructed unjustified justice and manipulating the malfunctioning machinery of madmen.
Two lines, innumerable paths, celebratory trips, unknown predetermined destinations... When the window is cleanses, a door opens for the latter and had already shutout the former... Divinity is savvy with the prowess of skepticism; damnation is doomed to forsake the materialists.
