Decidedly, only a slight distaste remains for the literary minds circumnavigating ivory towers, this, after what can only be described as a great neuron leap, enlightenment, awakening, for I finally realize, it is stringently worded and delivered with absolutely no ironic nod to its roots because it is a concept that can only be described exactly, exactly as it is.   It is the result of years upon years of constant striving toward a distant point in their minds, a point established by consensus of the participants, but still a point only attainable by the acknowledgment of their colleagues and, more importantly, their superiors, their mentors, their future wisdom they will not only overtake but graciously allude to in referencing influences, but never on their own work, influences in a sense that does not touch their mind, their originality or any other integral working-path to the product of their cerebral children.  Of course, not only that, but the concept itself can only be communicated that way because it is produced that way, as the process got in the way of the end ambition in reverse conceptualizing, if I can say that.

I am just turned off by the manufacturing of precisely the same personitude, the untouched but the deeply knowledgeable, the rejection of certain movements ideas objects attitudes expression, only to embrace others for criticism’s sake, for a playground of conceptual debate to build upon, destroy and reconsider – compare and respect again.  I am reminded of purpose but reminded of the importance of none, as in, the importance of not-purpose but to happen upon one, and this serves well for all, so give them that.

It satisfies me to conceptualize on the level above-roles, so it seems I was not as far off as I’d thought.  Joy.  No-one is what they seem no-one was what they believed.  Perception draws and shoots its blanks again.

Yes, I realize I’m at mental/reality odds again, but I have my reasons.  They make no more sense than if I didn’t, so.