one man against the world

one man against the world

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


They say the ten thousand things interact and to watch for the rebound. Point is now its 100 million things interact. Who can tell how things will rebound and bounce now? Complexity rules even the realm of chaos.

One man clapping his hands and singing, raging against the world. Some strum a guitar, some compose verses. In time he becomes hoarse. He realizes it's the same things over and over and it has all been done before. Betrayal by a friend, the laws delay, injustice on a small personal level. Write it down it's ignored, sing it out no one listens.

What does it all mean? In time we realize it's true, it's true; there is nothing new under the sun, vanity, all is vanity.

If only things were simple again. If only there were do overs. While we regret and rehash time accelerates. Children are grown and struggle with life's complexities and injustices and we watch and try not to spoil things by making cynical comments; like the Preacher in Ecclesiastes, vanity, vanity all is vanity.

A wise man keeps quiet unless asked or if he must speak out he writes it down. It means nothing but it's noted for the record. There is no payment, no satisfaction and no gratitude but the record has been properly noted.