The best people in the world are those who fail

Thesis 1- The best people in the world are those who fail.

At the very least, at least they tried. At least they got in over their heads and swept away. Even if getting swept away is, in itself, dejecting and depressing.
[thesis 1.1- people who are dejected and depressed are the best people in the world.]

To fail is to try to pass. To try to pass is to do attempt the impossible. To do the impossible is to be great.

So then, what of the successful? Well, then, simply, what they attempted was possible. It wasn't a lost cause in a sea of confusion and darkness.[thesis 1.2- the world's society and culture is a sea of confusion and darkness] It was something they accomplished, and they can look back on in life and say that at least they got that done.

Hitler could say that, at least he was a good painter.

But great are the people who can't paint. Great are the people who try to do things impossible for themselves alone.

Though, what if they succeed and do something great? And what then? Shouldn't we try to do things great yet possible so they can be done?

In my experience, great things are rarely possible. The world will never be free. Peace is an illusion. Humans never have pure intentions, through no fault of the individual, but through a design flaw.[thesis 1.3- We are all deeply, deeply flawed.]

So, why don't we try for freedom and peace? Even if we fail, and are sucked away and wallow in morning for our lost freedom and peace, at least we know to miss it.

[thesis 1.4- We don't know what we are missing.]

and when you are not

there is always.

God is an astronaut. He's trying to fly his way between starts to prevent the inevitable burn out and dispersal of all of the universe's mass. Prevent the explosion of black holes in a cold black sky of a world that fails to exist.

Someone called my name at work today. I looked about and there was no one there. It happened twice. Maybe there are too many Mikes in the world. Maybe my imagination is too stagnant at work.

The blue light is orange and I'm in the place with no darkness. This is 101 where I meet my demise.

On empty

But captain, how can we make haste
if our tanks are on empty
and the crew is exhausted
and the seas toss us about.
How can we be?

Listing

Captain, captain, we've developed a list.
the seas have sloshed into our ship
and are dragging it under.
And now, we've got no lifeboats

oh captain, captain

the seas are at our bow
I reckon we'd be lucky to last the night
fear capsizing
swooping into a trough and never coming back up
runnin' aground on a rocky shoal

the seas be full of hazards.

return of the [homecooking](dread){incomplete}

It's the chill. The people from distant memories. The whining of the ticker. The reminder that there still exists the one above who still wont hold doors for proles. The reason why I can never evereverever be free to be. Be what I feel. Be who I am. Just a ghost, wondering around softly and unannounced. Passing through this night.

A reminder regaurding suburbia. [No longer the frequency of the flashing red light] How utterly devastated things are without notice. {"Think gas is bad, go food shopping."} Even eight dollars is less than what I earned last year. Without doing the math. Ignoring all the useless figures about how much inflation has allegedly spiraled upwards. They can't tell us with a straight face.

Back to normal. Sweating grades while working a tedious job, staying up till 230 and writing because I've got no reason to wake up in the morning.