He jerked his arm up like a knee in response to a doctor's hammer
There he was with his arm outstretched,
the other arm counterbalancing his excitement, at his side.
His eyes were bulging out from behind their curtains,
his skin was verging on pale
with the adrenaline of speaking out in the midst of the vast congregate.
"can't you see: the emperor has no fucking clothes!?"
From his mouth, ushered forth words, like blessings and curses
arousing eachother in mid-flight
teasing eachother and feeding eachother
and as they struck and stuck to the ears of the flock
a wave of eyes eddied back to snare him
They all peeled around,
even the ones he could not see
the gazes from behind heads
and behind shoulders
anonymous in the crowd
made their burning presence felt.
One of the eyes suddenly became a mouth
and frothed forth
a bundle of shallow esoteric words
"Of course he has no fucking clothes!
Are you blind? Can't you see?
Either do we!!
Either do we!!
Look at us!
You fool!
and if you would stop being so fucking arrogant
with your hidden insights for a second
you'd see that you are fucking naked too!"
"How dare you spoil the parade!"
Humility swept over him like a rash
that no amount of hands could scratch
The mouth had disappeared back into the sea of eyes
The eyes had disappeared back into the sea of heads
But he felt more watched than ever
like a light were shining down on him
as if God had become real just for the purpose
of laughing at his ridiculous crime
his arrogant prophecy
he walked off, wishing his tail was more between his legs than it was
he was so very alone,
and there was no echo anymore making him feel any less lonely
he was just as redundant of meaning as everyone else
but he was the loser...he was alone.
he muttered into the distance
his silhouette decapitated with shame
and enforced humility
How dare you spoil the parade!
How dare you spoil the parade!
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"Information is incapable of harm in and of itself. Ideas are neither good nor bad. They are only as useful as what we do with them. Only actions can cause harm. You think that the only truth that matters is the truth that can be measured. Good intentions don't count. What's in your heart doesn't count. Caring doesn't count. A man's life can't be measured by how many tears are shed when he dies. Just because you can't measure them, just because you don't want to measure them, doesn't mean it's not real. And even if I'm wrong, you're still miserable. Did you really think that your life's purpose was to sacrifice yourself and get nothing in return? No. You believe there's no purpose to anything. Even the lives you save, you dismiss. You turn the one decent thing in your life and you taint it, you strip it of all meaning. You're miserable for nothing. I don't know why you'd want to live."
- House
Welcome...I do believe that you are the first commenter on my blog. Well done. Interesting words. Don't know what to do with them, but, they are interesting nonetheless. I assume these words resonate with you, and that they connect to what you read in my blog. I would be interested to hear your own words...what resonated? what connected?
thank you
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