The Beatings

The beatings! Oh my god, the beatings never end. Please, one pleads on supplicants knees reaching out to some wildly distant star, please let there be a respite. But what delusional creatures we are. Everything is luck, and always, the luck runs out. In the end, there is no luck at all, only the delusions and the ability to take some more. One day, I suspect, hope runs out, and the delusions begin to disappear. And then what? "The Iceman Cometh."

I haven't time for a decent post today. I must scurry. I must dash.