Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Eventful, biased accounts humankind calls history is a convention of classical informed memory becoming collective; recalling and inventing what scholars, national archivists and state politicians assemble, record, parse, deny and synthesize in a frail retrospective of human nature meeting each another and dealing with events that ensue, unavoidably, disastrously.
History concerns itself largely with the flagrant excesses of the nature of those being surveyed at a distance of time and altered social convention. The absolutes of human knowledge of the constituents of inhumanity, vanity, superiority, and the penchant to belittle and destroy each other, played, replayed to an ever-receptive audience.
The penchant and tendency of people to wreak upon one another pain and misery deliberately achieved to satisfy a deeply entrenched loathing for the other can only reflect a nature gone amock, become deranged, besotted with self-destruction. Toward which purpose, episodic upheavals of warfare lead to an end, never fully yet committed.
The final abyss leading us to an inevitable denouement is yet to be realized. Accepted norms of mutually targeted brutality leaves in the wake of their atrocities the maimed and the shocked; fearful, dreading, yet meeting new horizons. Ultimately our urge to destroy will bring to reality the final frontier of the nuclear winter and obliteration to make war obsolete.
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