Kosh
'The' Yaztromo
I didn’t make it yesterday; in spite of my best efforts I couldn’t locate my flower power flares, thus and alas my journey did not get beyond the door to my sprawling imagination.
And so the insanity has begun: when we suffer at the cruel hands and jaws of defeat the reaction herein seems to put it mildly - myopic. The lack of perspective is now seemingly limitless and boundless, with several contributors impervious to the reason as if adorned in raiment’s of crystal pretension reflecting the sane opinion of one and all.
I realise this is a new world, an impatient childlike tantrum throwing, road raging, red faced spittle churning, angry, frustrated, over populated and over opinionated one at that, but is now the time for any kind of informed debate? 1 hour and a further half in and it has come to this. The result was a saddening one, the reaction to it far, far worse and yet more predictable.
The problem is, I now fear, that a significant proportion of you can no longer handle defeat with any kind of decorum, and that is the saddest thing of all. The personal attacks begin asunder, the thunderous downpour of pointless arguments persist and you lose the spark. The fire goes out, the love wanes the let’s do the garden and forget about it all begins. Suddenly you’re 60, nearer death than life and you realise you just don’t care anymore. The tide has finally eroded me, my sharp edges are gone and I’m just a pebble in the sands at the mercy of the waters. Hither I lie and wait as the seas creep closer and push me in directions I can no longer hope to fight.
I am utterly vanquished.
I hear you, have you heard yourselves?
All the best,
Kosh
And so the insanity has begun: when we suffer at the cruel hands and jaws of defeat the reaction herein seems to put it mildly - myopic. The lack of perspective is now seemingly limitless and boundless, with several contributors impervious to the reason as if adorned in raiment’s of crystal pretension reflecting the sane opinion of one and all.
I realise this is a new world, an impatient childlike tantrum throwing, road raging, red faced spittle churning, angry, frustrated, over populated and over opinionated one at that, but is now the time for any kind of informed debate? 1 hour and a further half in and it has come to this. The result was a saddening one, the reaction to it far, far worse and yet more predictable.
The problem is, I now fear, that a significant proportion of you can no longer handle defeat with any kind of decorum, and that is the saddest thing of all. The personal attacks begin asunder, the thunderous downpour of pointless arguments persist and you lose the spark. The fire goes out, the love wanes the let’s do the garden and forget about it all begins. Suddenly you’re 60, nearer death than life and you realise you just don’t care anymore. The tide has finally eroded me, my sharp edges are gone and I’m just a pebble in the sands at the mercy of the waters. Hither I lie and wait as the seas creep closer and push me in directions I can no longer hope to fight.
I am utterly vanquished.
I hear you, have you heard yourselves?
All the best,
Kosh
