Bankruptcy of Trust

I diverge from my usual drivel relating to nonsensical news. The trivial of celebrity trials, the thumbscrews of the FCC, even the antics of the bishop of St. Louis are not worthy of pursuit. My mind is in a stranglehold of what can be termed as irrational fear. Paranoia rears its ugly head. Solace from self-doubt is found in a darkened room starring at a rather large white kitchen appliance. The logic of it all or maybe better, the illogic, is wrapped in circuitous argument with the self. "This" presupposes "that" which leads to accusations and denials. Questions, once uttered, can never truly be withdrawn. Even though the claims may be erroneous, there was a pattern of thought. No matter that the most reasoned analysis based upon feelings experienced in the past and proved true, retraction is impossible. Emotions are a worthless attribute. Love and happiness are no more permanent than writings on a chalkboard to be wiped clean in one feld swope by an eraser.

The Truth Is.... I have nothing more to write here.