enough inauspicious signs recently to shift the mood and shake the confidence. around the edges, the stirrings of early resignation have begun: this would be the defeatist faction assuming the position. eh, it's ok, let 'em cower. however we've been a wee bit full of ourselves lately, perhaps so much so that a bit of humility had to be restored? is this the universe keeping the feckless ego in check?
the feckless ego mutters expletives and assumes a disdainful expression, somehow managing to concede without admitting anything or changing position. oh, it's ok, let her highness carry on, all affronted and quiet indignant, after all we need that attitude around, right?
sweetness and light couldn't be with us tonight, so the misanthropic and disgruntled elements have the floor, but there is no consensus among their discordant voices, and in the end no clear purpose emerges. each view has its point but misses making sense from any other perspective; the voice of reason is also absent this evening.
we will sort this out eventually, or rather it will sort itself, this loosely associated multiplicity never solves anything beyond the occasional crossword in a waiting room, it is what they do, they wait. if any agreement exists, it is that most things are out of all our hands. waiting is.
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