Under a veneer of words we supplicate the heavens for favors and forgiveness, anticipating the earnestness of our yearnings to possess the power to promote magic, that Nature might be overthrown and the laws of physics transcended, as if by the sheer will of our asking the forces of the universe could be steered to suddenly indulge our spoken needs, as if language could trump the indifference of the world.
Until then, needs and desires chip away at our hearts for we are not content to live the Moment we are in, even though we are warm and well-fed, because we have been told we are missing something, lacking something, neglecting something, as if words can negate the roofs overhead and the meals in our bellies, instead force us to our knees to bow and pray, weep and gnash our teeth with the wind in our hair, the blood in our veins, the planets, stars and suns. Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee! we whimper and whine, with sticky fingers and the smear of candy glistening wet around our mouths, thinking that above all things and everything else it is we who are charmed, we who deserve to live forever, we who are entitled and elite and elect and the rest of it can go straight to hell. Because we say so. Because we can point to and quote words in books, so of course that makes it right and that means it’s true, as if truth had bones that could be bleached in the light…
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