MADNESS and SANITY

Today i can feel the tremors of the madness of the world inside me. 

Madness...the locust, sweeping away, unthinkingly, all that falls in its way. 

But wait. 

Way...does madness really have a way? Or is it a lexical error?

For madness by its very nature is arbitrary. And arbitrariness leaves no scope for ways. 

As desultoriness eats into the soul of the world and the scope for sanity is drastically reduced. 

For when madness incarnates itself, it overwhelmingly outweighs that which is antipodal to it. 

And sanity finds itself standing on shaky grounds...

O the strife involved in retaining some semblance of sanity in this seemingly insane world.

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In a world gone astray in fundamentals, the power to 'hit' assumes a greater force than the capacity to 'be hit'. 

And so madness strikes this world devoid of fundamentals. This world that stands vulnerable to selling away its soul at the brothel of insanity.  This world that shakes, and waits, and pants its remaining breaths of saneness. 

The compos mentis, knee bent at the altar of chaos. 

And the door waiting to open at the command of this wretched mankind, still pathetically powerful in its capacity to hold the keys. 

To open or not to open, then becomes the new question. 

For to be or not to be seems to have long lost the simplicity of essence.