Quite simply; complicated. Under-stated and over-rated.
The script of a scribe, uninspired; is stripped of words that incite desire. Let this not be my dilemma.
Who Ate My Piece of Peace?
A riddle wrapped tightly within an enigma ... a mystery that can only provide a partial solve ... a list of rules that are subject to change without prior notification. These are descriptors of the ever-elusive Peace: the Invisible Man; a mythical legend of grand stature.~ Mark - Alan: Tisland
If I Was
If I was a man, it has been surmised; I would suck it up and meet the day's challenges with a renewed vigor and steadfast determination. I would not languish in the aftermath of social amputation, as though a soldier had survived the barrage of enemy shelling.
A MAN OF MANY MILES
The peace that ensued was the intended take-away from each visit of this awe-inspiring kind. Whether I had been failing to grasp the socially acceptable views of a collective perception we had labeled as “reality”, or just wallowing in the paradox of mundane chaos that had been woven into the fibers of an everyday life; the visitations I so coveted had a way of restructuring my balance, though each occurrence lasted less than a second. Perhaps it re-balanced my structure? Yes, perhaps that is more correctly stated as such. Either way, or both ways combined; it brought a high-grade dose of tranquility, permitting me to slip out of the tensions that had me in (whatever current stranglehold I had subscribed to), and to begin anew, as if a pristine creature; one that had zealously emerged from under the healing waters of the Tigris.