No requirement...

... for poetry or literature, and only minimally for life, once you are given a start. Yet there are the codes that bind. Sociology, or rather social structure or socialisation, answers for ontology, sticks two fingers up at the possible. Things break down, seductively, for the individual in dreams. For a given society, a social milieu, I guess the test is the looseness of its mores. Don't you always feel you are circling around a question or a topic, dumbfounded at your own stupidity?

The glint of smashed glass on the tarmac on a late summer's day. he recalls the heat of a few weeks before, the smell of the heat, the slightly rotten, slightly molten smell of a 'pure' day, a bloated sun. This is an afterglow, he thinks... then he almost stops thinking. His body still moves well enough, and the joyous surprise in this is almost crushing.

Questions, always posed wrongly, as if there is a glitch in her brain - but she knows better than that. What would a society look like that was truly able to maximise the potential for its members to fail creativity, for instance? Every Christ, every handmaiden of Christ, has hung woebegone on their cross for too long. We are crucified by what - nationalism, technological hubris, our screwed up, post-messianic, envy-based notions of morality? By all three or something different, something new. Did we, in fact, resent the planet for its freedom and beauty? So we had to plunder, rape and enslave it, simply because it irked and irritated us by its presence (those dark forests, those bilious seas) tugging anad nagging at our sense of inferiority?