Much conflicting argument, prodding for justifications owing to the lack of certainty, confronted so often with the same voyeurism and inquisitive contradictions. The hypocrites babble on and from a wider view, inevitably dragged down to common lower ground, one stares into the wrath filled jealous eyes, but wisdom of experience, though not necessarily age, has taught the art of deception through theatrics to better poise the self to learn from this agitated ignorance.


Because at some level the haunting doubt persists that there could be reason in all the barks and yelps though unplanned, accidental. Like listening to the pattern behind static and snow, judgment and ego once removed always notices the need for these encounters. The purpose these divergent individuals serve to reveal what many a time the intellect intentionally attempts to avoid.


Recurring through the inquisition now appears the common theme, a probing of the integrity associated with such a, supposedly noble path, this focal doubt critical, beautiful like the pain of harboring a pearl, who really knows where to go? For even the turn towards something assumed higher and pure, could very well be nothing more trivial than another form of self deception, draped in the latest style, fit for a contemporary obsessed emperor.


Yes, admittedly there is no surety in looking up, neither in wallowing in the gutter, nor a complete turn to darkness. But in the end things always boil down, condense and crystallize to be nothing more or less than what they must, for a consideration that vastly outweighs our own limited range in understanding agenda. So even though this was the most dubious attempt towards redemption, or a desperate bid for salvation, nevertheless, we deal in currency not ours.


Alas the stage is set and players have no script, for audience there is none, thus what else would one have if not joy and frivolous play. A choice is the simplest part of the riddle, the real test lies thereafter.