POETIC LICENSES

“All faith is False, all Faith is true: Truth is the shattered mirror strown In myriad bits; while each believes his little bit the whole to own.” ― Richard Francis Burton, Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi    Truth is not a single, whole entity; rather, a fragmentation....pieces, reassembled to create an illusion, imagined to be a reflection of Reality.   

  feeling both very abstract and recondite today....as I search for aphorisms that in the long run will, inevitably, produce a domino effect, since every decision that instigates change creates a butterfly effect that creates alternate futures and may even, through the transmutation of memories, transform both the perceptions of What Might Have Been to the Inexplicable Now, as the towers of constructs collapse with overthought having disassembled the tidy past, toppling pretentious illusions with the rousing of Inertia and indecision.....

MUSE....melancholic rock from Matt Bellamy, Chris Wolstenholme and Dominic Howard....a third of a century from Rocket Baby Dolls to Thought Contagion , from Something Human. ......from observances of the conspicuous to reflections on the Unknown.......a larghetto step, both forward and backward, from this morning's melancholic Fado rubato....but still 'holding on to bits of wistful malingering for soulful satisfactions, not forthcoming.....while documenting the dehumanization of Humanity by Technology via the Empathy Gap created by the metaphors of Indifference and self-absorption.....

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!