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And the man lied By
"One has to multiply one's thoughts to the point where there aren't enough policemen to control them…" …Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
And the Man lied… and then he died… For… He was yet a man from humble beginnings... He was yet a man seen as becoming of the unbecoming... He was yet a man giving to incendiary misgivings… He was yet a man replete with contradictory contradictions… He was yet a man susceptible to the trauma arising from his plethora of auras… He was yet a man surrounded by ignominies and enemies… He was yet a man devoid of the avoidance of a void… He was yet a man for whom deception was conviction… He was yet a man for whom conviction was deception… He was yet a man for whom vision was an inhibition… He was yet a man for whom Mal-altruism was a mannerism… He was yet a man for whom altruism was a malevolence… He was yet a man for whom reality was a misconception… He was yet a man for whom conceptuality was the avoidance of reality… He was yet a man for whom courage lacked the decidedness of candor… He was yet a man for whom commonsense lacked a sense of commonality… He was yet a man for whom democracy was steeped in demagogy… He was yet a man for whom progress was a precursor to regression… He was yet a man for whom derision was an accompaniment to delusion… He was yet a man for whom joy was pleasure… accompanied by pain… He was yet a man for whom leadership was an accident of occurrence… He was yet a man for whom character was in and of itself a character… He was yet a man for whom stagnancy necessitated the ascendancy of redundancy… He was yet a man blessed with so little… but yet reveling in a bounty of curses… He was yet a man for whom the sun never did rise and darkness never wavered… He was yet a man for whom hope was constantly overrun by despair… He was yet a man for whom surety never had a sense of assuredness… He was yet a man for whom the beginning remained an illusory note… He was yet a man for whom the end was as an ever-present pleuston on a body of water… Yes… He was yet a man for whom misology was the foundation of humanity… And the man lied… and then he died… and with the death of irredentist misoneism… Freedom… in all its glory and splendor was granted unto all… For the sun to rise… and never to set again… on the land and the people chosen by Eledumare… "We do not do what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are… that is the fact…" … Jean Paul Sartre
November 2001
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