What a magnificent word; Undermined. The Beginning. The alpha of thought. Where such treachery begins…
In the end, most will forget the beginnings of such horror.
Everyone but the writers and poets. They will take notes and point.
The voluntary flight from light where life is no longer worth the bother. The absurdity. The horror!
I have not pondered suicide.
I have feared death.
I have fought to live.
Maybe if I didn’t struggle at the beginning? Maybe experiencing harmony after only being in disharmony makes life somehow more bearable than being born into harmony and then losing that to chaos.
I have watched people undermine themselves and be Undermined by others.
The tragedy of not being able to trust others is perhaps only surpassed by the horror of not being able to trust yourself.
I am reading CAMUS. THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS.