Today I find myself losing faith in that which I had heretofore sought with eager energy as the sparkling refreshment of truth in action...instead I see tattered morale wrapped in enigmatic pomposity and glazed over with unscrupulous rhetoric...
It's spring time...metaphorically speaking then I shall grab my shovel and begin turning the soil of my previous naivete for indeed what is such innocence than the psyche or perhaps the super-ego shielding the child from viewing the harsh reality of what? Harsh reality?
All too true. Harsh reality becomes attainable pinnacle with the opening of eyes...the shattering yet again of those rose colored glasses!
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