It is a form of insanity
Induced by intermittent connection
To the web.
You are on
Then remain off for a variable
On and off.
It is the basis of madness
Schism in the personality
might have described.
I love you today
Who knows what will follow;
And, in association with this
Is the invisible
What is worse?
True unpredictability, the kind that gives you four sixes on the roll of a dice or
Like the penny-push machines down the pier?
With the former there is no one to blame,
You can’t claim
Someone is benefiting from your failure,
You can only blame circumstance
As that is without
Shape or form,
Bounces back on yourself.
It becomes self-defeating.
I return to the sense of a belief in nothing being the same as a belief in anything.
We require a structure; a system to facilitate our understanding of the world – alone in the universe is scary; take the memories and imaginings, diminish them
And what do you have?
The gap between being and inexistence narrows,
For Smizz – promise to reply to your very long mail!