Malfeasance of Solecisms

I find that it’s much more difficult to write during the dog days of summer than in the drudgerious* throes of winter. It’s not that I don’t have all sorts of pleasant things to talk about, but anachronisms aren’t an appreciated novelty so I’ll simply carry on. Airplanes are dropping out of the sky nearly every day, and they keep telling me that death by Ebola is quite likely.

It seems that I’m up to my knees in bees; when you work at an apiary sleep is nothing but a distant memory. Much like the thousands of moths left clinging to the side of a steel clad building in the early morning; completely oblivious to the absence of the night that was.

Controversial as they may be, Vonnegut + Ondaatje paint the world in such a way that fiction and reality coalesce so as to be entirely indiscernible. The following quotes are evidence enough:

“In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in his cosmic loneliness.
And God said, "Let us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what we have done." And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat, looked around, and spoke. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely.

"Everything must have a purpose?" asked God.

"Certainly," said man.

"Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away.”
―Kurt Vonnegut


“Death means you are in the third person.”

" Everyone has to scratch on the walls somewhere or they go crazy."

―Michael Ondaatje


Both of these authors make a living by vividly descriptive aberrations of human existence, laced with tantalizing satire. They do very little to inspire change, but neither did Obama really. However, neither one of them comes close to being as profound as this:

Since God created the world, He also created reality.

― Pope Francis

* Drudgerious -  A word that I happily invented.