To gaze with eastern eyes
Into the abyss of pessimism
Is to emerge
On the other side of life
And to wander for a time, agape,
In the antipodes…
Here, we take in anathema
As though it were nectar
Or some other more exotic god-food.
This new lust for life leads to…
An insatiability for all that was, and is, and will be…
To the extent that no other outcome of events is conceivable or desirable.
In fact, it leads…
to an Endless Round.