Preasure
I meander, like rugatulus, my path lacks all thought of precision... it lacks all sense of thought, all sense of what it means to have a goal.
I step into the portico, forgetting what I had till this point known... what I had till this point sought!
why can't I settle in thought?, why can't I pick one, out of millions? it seems like all my friends already have one, maybe a bit dimmed into their minds... but, why not me, why can't I mellow into a thought?!
O, why world? being the antecedents of all thought, why doth thy truth lie far away, from my own reach?
the half man once sat on a bough, his head bent at the world beneath him, the world he had long seen as antecedent to his own; as he sanguined through life, shirking all thought away, from sight. unaware of his arrogance, in a world filled with thought. he drowned himself in contemporary thought, never wanting to be challenged, the half man never sought the antecedent thought, and died a full man, whilst lacking all true thought... your thought, o world!
but unlike the half man, o world, I seek thought. thought so great, my multifarious mind solidifies into a single thought.
Do you see, o world? Do you truly see? I want to be your fool, the fool that goes to the antecedents of thought, to find thought, without even trying to think!
I am but man... with thoughts of debauchery, madness, and war alone. But now, I want to glide into your abode, the abode with a thousand thoughts - but truly with none at all.
I want to be a servant... a servant to a thoughtless world and one to a thoughtless liege.
the only crime of thought, I have committed until now, is not having become thoughtless, when I could have... not having become a slave... a slave lacking in all thought, seeking the antecedent thought, where no thought goes to prevail.
why don't you answer me, o world? why can't I gain your antecedent thought, the thought, that bore witness, to the birth of all coarse human thoughts and ideals.
why not me?, why can't I be a fool?! do I lack motivation?, or have I not given enough, up to a thought as great as you?
then if so, I the fool surrender all thought, whilst having non to begin with.
Posted Jan 10, 2026, 12:33 AM UTC