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Honesty is always a dubious proposition. The following story related by my friend Chas demonstrates this.

Chas had not seen his ex-lover for nearly twenty years when she turned up at his doorstep.
Moved perhaps by some vague sentiment , some inexplicable nostalgia for the past, she had sought him out; and unknowingly, he answered his doorbell to this unexpected visitor. Who can blame him that he spontaneously, honestly, blurted out the following words in shock:

"My God, you put on all the weight I lost!"

Honesty.
From that point on things went downhill fast.
 
There is a world of thought. And there is a physical world as well.
Only in madness do we find perfect correlation between these two.
 
The Summoned Thing, horned, scaled and massive, regarded the necromancer with strange and intense intent long before the roar of its demonic voice boomed:

"You bungled the first half of the incantation, Holcroft...but not the second. I'm not Helen of Troy but I am horny as Hell!"

(Ok, this is a version of one of my old cartoons published in Science Fiction Review. Sue me.)
 
"Each sunset brings with it a desperation, laying bare the feeble hold on life. With its slow slip below the horizon and its colors like drying blood staining the sky, I am primal man, understanding my abjectly powerless state to halt forces I cannot understand. Thus, he made fire. Yet for all my railing against the inevitable, the stars shine in mockery of whatever horrors occur here, holding their own special coldness. And the strange moon, that reveals itself cautiously, then hangs large and white, casting its sickly light on diseased streets and cities."
 
To understand all is to forgive all.

Well, no. Not quite.

Some crimes are just unforgivable. Why?

Simple. They reveal too much of the nature of the men who committed them.
 
"You were never the object of my affection. I was the one who gave you form. The dress you wear, the one which makes you appear so lovely, was fashioned by my own hands, so give it back and step aside, my darling!"
 
"From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent."

To address the symptoms of modern life is useless; the underlying cause remains out of reach.

Simply put, we are living in an accelerated world not designed for us.

The irony is apparent indeed.

We are the Designers.
 
A life dedicated to anything will deteriorate in bitterness, discontented with the picture of one's own making. No matter how you frame it, life is one great forgery after another.
 
Speaketh the Daemon--

"Beyond these gentle fields and meadows, beyond these crystal streams and cool lakes, beyond these green hills and majestic mountains, Paradise awaits you, adventurous Friend. Assuming, of course, you avoid the quicksand traps, the poisoned wells, the venomous serpents, the sadistic natives, the crumbling treacherous cliffs and the great hungry roaming predators."
 
"And why shouldn't he drink? Could they give him one good reason? The problem was that people started thinking they would live forever if they made it into their thirties relatively intact, and his friends were no exception to that. There was Roger, that once wild man, looking at him contemptuously. Rog had only had one in moderation, yes moderation that slow killer. It wasn't fashionable to be real moralists though, so they became passive aggressive ones. He drank more rum and looked right back at them."
 
It used to amaze me that we let corrupt and ignorant politicians dictate our laws and our life. But these days I suspect entropy can explain it. After all, our physical bodies are running down as well as the world around us, so why should we even care about such vermin? Sailors on a sinking ship seldom concern themselves with the rat-infested hold.
 
The extraordinary of everyday life: how everyone manages to forget their burning tears and lacerating wounds in time to wake up for another beating.
 
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