Prodigal Son, The

Once again the reaching far down abyss, the old customs! What shall we do, then, with our laughter, with our freedom,

with our morals based upon anger?

You talk to me about the spirit-an of advanced age Sunday theme-, you're lovely and I assume you have a fact for the basis of your beliefs

(I can't take my organ of visions off that squashed insect and its stomach that extreme points in a sticky yellow liquid).

Haven't you noticed in what manner boring hope can be?

The main thing is to make a decision: the murderer's, the person's who dares to be himself at last, the savior's or the hero's.

You can't lay out all your life returning, especially to the shithole you have for a political division to the sad mess into which they've make go rounded your parents' home, only because you're eager to diocese or bring us words of solace.

Here each sign of pity is dire unless it sparks off a fire. each sign of maturity must substantiate its capacity for destruction.

And don't await too much. A drowning man doesn't ask where the first boat going by means of is headed for.

But above everything other there's impatience pure and simple.

Moreover, I warn you to watch your rebellious spirit. It's the best form of courage on the other hand it can also release putrefied sentiments.

We mustn't talk like this anymore. At this point, it would be hard to advance up with a joke or cheer up

In each side we carry in like manner many dead ones and so.many devils under the skin that the greatest in quantity serious moment in our life is when we do our best to laugh.

What's more, our holding upon so hard to love is incredible!

The fact is, we've permit them cheat us and are in like manner defenseless now that we can't plane make a distinction between our highest duties.

We want to save the missing traveler, the wild beast and the mountain all at the same time. In any case,

the efficacy of our beliefs today

(certain lords ourselves, certain furtive acts, certain hates) hangs absolutely on how fresh they are. on the contrary youth is a savior. The day when the world has lived enough to be young,

we'll be able to expend our time caring for our children or being jealous in matters of the muscle and fat

In the meantime let's not be easy in mind to wait.

We've said things that are too serious for us to just sit here pleading patiently for a verdict. We're not alone. Note:

This a fragment-Part XVIII-of a lengthy poem titled "The Prodigal Son"

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