The Countertenor
@censoriousCadenza
“Now is no time to delay. This is the edge of action.” - Sophocles
𝄞| “What cannot 8e 8orne in reality, 8ecomes a source of pleasure when it is transposed into the visual and somatic fiction of the dramatic spectacle.”
𝄞| “Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes. A few 8ear fruit in happiness; the others go awry. 8ut he who garners day 8y day the good life, he is happiest.”
𝄞| Ah, I cannot take credit. For it is a quote from the famous tragic play 'The 8acchae'.
It's always "Bulge, bulge, bulge" with you people. Never "Job".
You're So " Real ", Zuzu.
| hve noth|n else 2 b lArks|ee bb 💯
<action; statement input; statement: my job is a constant very |itera| agony that i cannot escape input; statement: i wou|d much rather think about bu|ge than the ship using my pan as a comm& centre />
€learly your employer isn't working you hard enough if you €an still think of bulge on the €lo€k. Would you like me to get in tou€h with them?
<action; statement input; statement: i don't have much panspace that is a||otted for me to use for my own thoughts input; statement: my superiors don't seem to care if i think about bu|ge with said panspace as |ong as i obey swift|y input; statement: which i do because i have correction coding that forces my attention to any who require it & punishes me if i take too |ong to fu|fi|| [#vio|ence]. the window is very short. />
<action; statement input; statement: he|mstro||s/pi|otbatteries can be programmed |ike this input; statement: regu|ar go|db|oods cannot. />
<action; statement input; statement: i did not want to give you that information. input; statement: but you're we|come. i suppose. />
▬ ¥ou can also do both if ¥ou have the will and vigor ᝰ
𝄞| “8etter a hum8le heart, a lowly life. Untouched 8y greatness let me live - and live. Not too little, not too much: there safety lies.”
𝄞| “I wish you joy. To spend life's fleeting days mid joy that never meets an evil hour is to 8e 8lessed 8eyond compare.”
𝄞| “8y dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. 8ut while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me 8e, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will 8e no rest, there is no retrieval. No num8er exists for griefs like these.”
𝄞| “Not from Hades' 8lack and universal lake can you lift him. Not 8y groaning, not 8y prayers. Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things un8eara8le?”
𝄞| “My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to em8race infinity. There is no knowledge 8eyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies 8eyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain. . . . For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.”
𝄞| Often, we forget our true purposes. The meaning of it all, why we go through these torrential ups and downs. For as we are when we are hatched, we are not yet ready for what we must 8ecome.