|I stumbled upon an interesting moral dilemma today. And it made me wonder whether I should stay passive or be active. I’ve thought about it alot and still I stand here teetering ever-so precariously over the edge of a double-sided cliff. Both ways look like a long drop. Despite the fact that I’ve depleted my mental energies to the point of dilapidation, the same questions run a never ending race through my mind… and the gun fired 3 hours ago. So I again, I ask myself, “How are your principles? Are they strong? Has the real-world really weakened your formerly relentless wariness of real-world-ways?” I don’t know. Maybe? “Are really gonna sell out? Is it even really selling out?” And I start pondering the ever fuzzier line between “what is what” and “who is who.” But just as I bring it into focus, boom. An interception, a rogue, errant thought spawned from “who knows where” knocks my concentration of course and… wuzzy was a bear.
Take Exhibit A, a compromise, of belief… take Exhibit B, a validation. Even in this context-less scenario the “correct” path seems obvious… damn you exhibit b, you taught to look past the obvious. In doing so, however, I’m forced exploit a chink in the previously flawless armor that shields a fragile core. And it forever flickers in close-up on the 3D IMAX of my mind. Yes, I know.
And as my time runs-down, the thoughts never break the tape. I leave this self-query unresolved. I would love to finish, but I hate traffic.
Show, Friday. Flyer. Down.