I go through these phases. I feel diaphanous one moment and then saturated the next. It goes and comes. I don't know why, just is. I'm getting back into reading Slaughterhouse Five because of class assignments, and my god is this man a genius. Postmodernism...fatalism...it's all that really consume me now. It just is.
Men in conflict. The topic of "is this truly the right choice for us?" is set concrete into the minds of men, yet they don't always act according to this, do they? Surely they act to satisfy the need for survival, our most primitive set of code, but in the end, the winner is not what is determined by what is "right", it