Vanities of the meaningless

What is this? Nothing more than scribbles on a plaster wall. Incomprehensible! Outwittingly dulliver. Why should the outcry of a ranting drone raise the blood of the crowd? It is fickle with them you see. They cry for no greater purpose than to cry. It gives them meaning and some form of community. But look at them all. See how they stand there frozen in place, mouths agape, and fists in half fold. Shameless and petty.

Why do you look upon them so with such eyes then? Should you not grasp at them like a stone statue in the rain? Rage and contortion fills them, and I with empathy overbounding. They kick their heels into the dirt to stir up clouds, so I part the dust and let in air to breathe. See how much more calm becomes when the dust is settled? Let it rest now. Let it rest.

Uncouth! Nonwithstanding in the least! They are but a mindless rabble waiting to feast on the next possible outcome. What more have of you to fall into their ranks of self indulgence and mockery. Do not beckon with them. It is no further justice of mine to take heed in your musings. Rabble of the least.

What of the least then? So little and small to the mind of giants. These giants know of the ways. They know all of the world and its facets. Left to the small and they see with blind eyes. Clear enough to run but never enough to walk. They would be devoured if left to the giants. Where is their impression then? They would so reject it and they would so continue blind?

Rebellion! Rejected cause withstanders in every way. Not one will accept this proposal so I know. Not one will come for the eyes stuck in their puny cores. Nothing but infintismal drones of glory. Pursuit of this therefore lacking? Not of intelligent ideals. Blithering and preposterous. Fool of fools to you.

Domain of indifference for have you then? Always in the contempt of wiles. Nothing more will your causalities lie in the minds of others. For I, binding in all dimensions of matter through the entire universe can see where the rejection lies. Not one but one in this world. What sadness have thee brought? Not all but the few will listen. Not all but the few will see. Rejection of causalities therin lies with thee.

Repugnant common welps. No understanding in the least. They do not budge for the little of all. A complete sore on the completion of things. No more does the understanding of lie come into comprehension with the understanding of you, or there by truth of the latter. What a straight line that is so broken and jagged. They tear themselves apart and for nothing. Utter nothingness.

See the absence of cold abated. See the cracks begin to dwindle. What of these things that breach the surface? They want to breathe fresh air into corrupt lungs. They reach forth and shout into matter and space and the reverberations reach the impression. It can cross over if the reach is strong enough. There will and let. Your eyes fear the inside and nothing more of your endeavors. Nothing more of now. For now is eternity.