How much more pain?

I must admit that I am quite often disgusted with the fancies that I take, but the situation is complicated and my means modest and great things must happen, before inconspicuous can follow, and inconspicuous must happen, before great things can follow, and so my heart is filled with all this clutter. Yet, perhaps it's time to simply pray for the end of the abuse.

But with the necessary discipline: Why do we let bad act on its principle, when we know it? It is like voluntarily sinking into a swamp. There are no surprises, there is only the struggle of the victims fed into the dynamic that contains any light at all. But to what end? We don't live in a time, when people move their way up out of squalor into better structured circles of society, but in one when people are tossed into squalor from those, hoping at best to recreate an island reflecting a notion of former greatness.

But then, so it must be, if one is to end the blind drive towards drowning.