Who hears my prayers. Only the righteous and intelligent. I lament at the lack of intelligence, class and righteousness and gift in the social scenes. Love is seeping out of the world. I know it. Perhaps every last instinct of mine, correct. The tares. The wicked. The misery. Every discipline, is not up to par. A thousand disciplines, I have my mind to. I have no place to rest in a situation like this. Illusion. But, what it means is I just have to eat humble pie and the sellouts and losers and mongrels all about have more money, whore and enjoy themselves more and accomplish nothing with their lives. I sense it is not enough.
The dating scenes are bereft. Libido cannot saved it, this generation is, mostly, cursed, without intelligence or virtue whatsoever. When the calculations are added up. I... must weigh the autobio, I must remember.
It is good that I am very different from them. Cheaters, liars, truly the birthers of ... unvirtue and disaster.
Turn it into a tv show?
A great idea that I don't have an urge for, exactly.
I just want refuge and fine characters. Inequity reigns on multiple dimensions, the fools have no cognizance of the ends of ways whatsoever, whatsoever.
I have no living muse anymore. Chivalry is dead. Skill and ability and accomplishment and practice of many works is gone.
I have come bearing seeds, fruits, gifts, and they know not whatsoever, whatsoever.
I am in an age of mind blasphemy, idiocy... an age of evil. The age of confusion, neglect, jackassness, in the time and technology of utopia.
An ugly generation.
So I feel lonely. I feel great at the gym. I am supposed to be enjoying some of my off-training time, that's been worked as recovery time, but... I think and philosophize, and... where does the answer lie?
I have truths to tell, that I've already told, that are so clear and yet outrageous to this evil generation. Thoughts to write down. What are they? Lamentations. Lord, I have not the energy nor outlook to put it all in order, lest I would build the ark and annals all by myself and let the energy and glory sing. I am weak, alone, with no partners. Not for lack of trying. Let them take up their daily virtue, austerity, penance, work! The field of the Lord are all these thoughts. There is no place for the great attributes
to rest in this world. What a mystery this is.
Send the True Prophets, send them quickly...