Clarity

Clarity

In the tiresome years of factions and calls to order I actively sought to submerge myself – or be submerged, taken on by some good Samaritan –in the art of clarity. I was out of luck, and justly so, having been briefed as everybody else by the epitomes on the subject of lawfulness and conduct a state such as ours is capable of mustering. In the abstract sense, one wishes to do good, fixated on the weal of the public, behind closed doors, perhaps wearing a mask to boot, too cumbersome for one’s head or any other sensible organ, after a fashion, and too often prepared to yield to the truth of shamans and their absolute rigor of not having to prove a thing. A hangman learns the ropes and how to solemnly confide in a very pious stranger, and so can you, observe the etiquette of taking things for what they aim to be and bidding farewell.