transparency
“That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes withwhich they look through their physical eyes upon reality.”–exert from Invisible Man by Ralph W. Ellison
Lo and behold, the frustrations of being sacrificed. To see yourself, (for a lack of a clever metaphor, only to be exchanged by a colloquial image), thrown under a bus, in order that the plane in which you find yourself standing tall, be consistently firm. Evidently, you, yourself, are a product of a battle, as old as time; though value is displaced on you, the significance of your presence is however, not. You appear only as a prize for low moral arguments or phrased correctly, “conversations;” depicted in subjects of shallow and meager ideals. This is continued for a status quo to inhibit its very low moral quotient.
“Why?”
Triviality becomes the product of ignorance and pride.
The epoch of arrogance; distrought I am as I wander, not aimlessly but functionless, amongst those far too proud to be of “moral” standing, or as I pass that’s what they say.
