Ok if anyone wants to screw their head up keep reading. This is a post from a blog I read from time to time. Most of the comments on the blog where along the lines of "Are you on acid?". By the way make sure you have a comprehensive dictionary by your side.

Dear Bossy: I’ve a question for which i’m not certain of my answer. Not in the vainglorious vein as you might be accustomed.

Perhaps in your sensibility, you might shed light where i’ve none. My first twenty five years of existance were colouful. This past unbelievable. I’ve discovered over the past year the world is crazy. And indeed there are some crazy men on it. In fact, there does exist a very real world quite distinct from that which the ordinary inhabit.

You’ll have difficulty finding a member of this world willing to put pen to paper and admit their function. In fact, i fancy many don’t quite know of their contribution. And it would seem there are few enlightened enough outside of this world who are so perceptive as to be able to see it and how it affects them. Imagine for a moment, a world which is run by a small number of men, oddly enough, often attired in suits. Sitting snuggly in their unremarkable offices. Cossetted by their tifosi, who flit across the globe seeking the next place in which to impose their will. To whose benefit the people might ask? And ask they do.

Ask yourself why suddenly, a small place in the middle of nowhere is now the most expensive city in the world. Ask again how in foreign embargoed regimes, access to the finest treasures modernity has to offer, thrives in the laps of the few, while life is quite near end for the rest. Ask again how once seemingly immovable leaders, are suddenly vanished.

My question is, i find having recently been so lucky as to detect glimpses of this world, and its few winners, and its many losers, how do i avoid being seduced by it? It’s allure is overwhelming. Everywhere i look, i find glaring invitations to enter the game, with the chance to one day bear the fruits of ignominy, or at worst, to risk obloquy and a life of normalcy.

I fear the person i will become should i dance. I feel an inner battle between the road to good, and the road to no end. Entry is not much like a light switch. You do not suddenly become uncaring, and of no imagination. It is a life devoid of compassion, understanding, and of hope. The alternative is to continue to strive against injustice in all sense. It does not appear such a popular road.

I feel i will spend it alone should i thus proceed. Of sound conscience, but alone. Most all i know are dancing to this tune. Child, adolescent, and adult. If you will permit me to be poetic, I am faced with dancing, refusing, or the allure of controlling the music. I’m not so foolish as to think i can divine the future. Though i do know, that i cannot say where i will end up, until i am there.

Regards One in a million.