The Nadir of Disenchantment

Awww! Things did not work out the way they were supposed to work out. Awww! Frown, saddy face boo hoo, events did not go as planned! The outcome was not 100% of what it was arranged to be! Oh my word! Oh my God!! This is not fantastic. The rain is in my eyes.

After all the planning. After all that planning that was done! Oh lamentations! After all that thought that was put into the process that led to the failure! It was so much. It was worse than anything to see it all burned on a pyre.

Planning, planning, planning, next thing, working, then not finishing because of something not working! One or two things, possibly three, were not as they were supposed to be. We did a survey ahead of time, to scout for possible issues related to things causing a failure. Well, come to find out, we missed some of those items on the list. Our pencil must have slighted over the check box without a second thought.

Now everything is on the ground. Fire and sparks are all that's left and sweaty men who want money without teeth. They are organized to kill us. Everyone in the village is starving and they are out of patience. That was a commodity, once free, that became unfeasibly impossible to obtain in this climate. Religions have been invented on the spot that pit us against the highest gods. They are telling our story as a warning to children.

This is worse than a nadir. This is the bottom of the rung. Meetings were held to find out what went wrong. Most of the attendees of those meetings were not heard from ever again. I'm starting to think something serious is going on here.

Look at it. Alright, just sit down and take a look at it, with different eyes. You might have beginner's luck if you start thinking now. Promises were made. Those promises are not going to make muster. They are awol in China. This is way less desirable than it was when it was drawn up.

That happened yesterday. We sat around a table, one to the next, and we spoke out about our beliefs in concerns to what would happen and how it would go down. We even said, look, there may be various pieces of information, cold hard fact, et cetera, that may come up in what do you call, contingencies.

We were not a bunch of novices. We knew exactly what we were doing, at the time. Our ducks were rowed, our carpet was cut out for us in rolls. This is about cutting scenes. Cut to the next scene, it is of the same group of actionable executives, top-notch citizens, well-bred, 0.1 percenters, winners, climbers on the bottom of the top, clean, having no adornment other than pure American spirit, but all of them are now weeping the blues before the mount of discontent and misery.

No one would have guessed. We thought nothing of it at the time. We had our fill. We had made our mark. We were ready to roll up our sleeves. We had turned over a new leaf. We had begun anew, and right before that, we had known our best days. Then disarray befell our spirit as the tides refused to acknowledge our presence was dangerously in its path. The rest is history to be written by people who currently know nothing of it at all.

All because fate did not bend to our will. All because nature would not be bested, bottled, or beguiled. All because we didn't get exactly what we wanted at any time we wanted it. All because our need for more drove us from the end of wanting less.

Point my telescope at the dark spot in the sky: you can have your blurry dots with lines or no lines, occasional rings, gravity, wind, atmosphere, particles. It makes the same difference. It is no more or less viable, after this. After this, we know this.