The Believable Change, unreasoned

So it is. The power has a rancid scent, potent enough to emasculate the greatest. The castrated becomes a rabid bitch, barking endlessly at its own puppies. Even a motherly caress, becomes a deadly encounter. A mundane inhalation of the hilly tainted air, stops almost instantaneously the vital functions of reason. The symbolically pure White House is the enclosure of rotten theology. The words, oozed out, miraculously spread as a pandemic, turning the unbelievable into the status quo for the feeble consciousness of the masses.

As any of the miracles, which, beyond the reasonable doubt, are pertaining to mythology only, are oppressive, vivid and flabbergastingly inexistent. Why? Simply because the oppression of the thought has deeper impact then the coerciveness of the pliers.

The W.T.F. moment inevitably collides with the reasonable mind in a dark ally of the thought. Alone, yet surrounded by stray dogs, vicious as their gods' deeds. Those deeds are fairytale but the dogs' bites are rabid. It's how the belief materializes. The physics' cause and effect brutally replaced by dogma, a nonexistent cause, and oppression or the gruesome effect.

Another self imposed cycle is wasted while different hope is brewing. The new hope will win, again, until gets to breathe the air on the hill. Yes, you know it, the eunuch shall surface, again. And again.

This time it was Change We Can Believe In. As I was pointing out in one of my previous posts, In time of crisis, the belief is reasoned. The inexplicable materialized.

Believe I can change what must change but do not reason. Ever! Believe I can shatter the status quo when, in fact, after it self destructs I make sure I will reinforce it. With your sweat. Business as usual will no longer be tolerated but enforced.

Once again, we were tricked. From the beginning, we keep making the same play, expecting a different result. A 7 on the dice. I can see Kafka, Ionesco and Becket playing backgammon in the crypt. Taking turns at rolling their silence.

And he, the one who isn't awake, mustn't dream.