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The tempo undemanding, the notes quietly melancholic, revered, contemplative. All in all, accepting the farewell. Gestures of the conductor’s baton.  The tempo hasty, more tearful, bittersweet. All in all, more accepting of the final farewell. By E.Elliot

Has our musing been wrong all along (is my writing wrong?)? I have called into question the concepts of objectivity and subjectivity and their regard for the existence of life. Is subjectivity personal (is this not common sense?)? Is objectivity impersonal (is this not also common sense?)? Here lies the error. Invert the perceptions. “What are you babbling about?” Subjectivity is the essence of the impersonal! Witness how, with defiance and tenacity, subjectivity asserts their view. Their truth. Is this not done without regard for the subjectivity of others? Are not other individualities canceled out? One experiences claustrophobia – there is no space for the synthesis of other subjectivities – they are not invited – no other truths are allowed at the table. Objectivity is the essence of the personal! Is it not clear that with openness, honesty, understanding and reason objectivity asserts no truth but rather allows the synthesis of multiple truths. Cinders glow and knowledge is

“WHAT do you want?” “I have stated multiple times. Nothing.” “Enough with this redundant game. Indeed, it is a game and indeed I am tired of playing.” “In all sincerity, you are asking me to lay out non-existent expectations. But if you see through the game then an answer you shall have.” “What is it?” “Something you will be incapable of if you have entertained deception and allowed it to mold reality to your ruminations of destruction, of anti-life and of backwards guidance’s lacquered in loathing.” “Out with it!” “I want to be embraced. To be able to hear that what I am doing in response to my situation is all that I can do, in a voice not of my own.” By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer

Who is there in the distance? Do you see them? Can you sense the figure with its resemblance? Let’s venture closer. I know who it is. The hollow silhouette who waits - waits for no one. This silhouette with its faceless, expressionless, solemn smile speaks and this it says. “Need I not remind you to be patient. You have in front of you your short life to live.” By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer