How do we reconcile
The dichotomies of our lives?

–Faith and cynicism
–Hope and despair
–Love and disgust
–Pure being and conditioned thinking…

Doomed as we are
To be vulgar in choosing…
Irrespective
Of what choices we make.

…Or should we just live in limbo?
Eternally unfulfilled…

Except in the art we create
The stories we tell
The poetry we write
And the philosophies we propose.

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  1. For the Cynic the art of despair is an object to be loved for its vulgar beauty, the bounce from a bed of roses into a disgusting bed of charm and compulsion irrespective of a temporary insanity and divorce from reality, or a marriage with rhythmic doom and drumming and drubbing. There’s the rub of polychotomies.

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