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“Tending Toward Rational in an Irrational World”

One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.

With little or no explanation, a large group of people decided to embrace a crisis of chaos.

Like a bystander lighting a wooden match and watching it exhaust itself.

Then another, and yet, still another.

Never noticing how close to the gasoline they were, or how even a used up match could still ignite a conflagration.

Never a consequence conceived within the action, but an automaton bent on all the innate ills of the turmoil caused by the certainty that only paranoia can provide.

Juicy secrets rolled around in a dark perspective and seemingly rational, just for a moment.

Then, though, comes the fear derived of being discovered for pandering to such nonsense.

Stranded in a painted corner, with one’s hand gripping tightly to the wet brush.

Nowhere to go.

Just waiting for the paint to dry, so then a leap can be made to the next hurtful idea.

One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.

The rational world fell prey to narcissists that refused to admit the hideous nature of their reflection.

And the world has never recovered.