I had been inexorably obsessed with similes since before I even knew what they stood for. Perhaps I've been thus since before even similes assumed what they are today! My eminent hyperbole is directed to create an illusion of my being there since the beginning of time...to add a brittle credibility to my way of perceiving the world and beyond...something that may crumble to any semblance of hostility!
The business of shuttling between an ever-fledgling core, path to a formless destination (if at all any) and the surround leaves me with an annoying feeling of a 'Bonsai'ed plant...to give off the impression of a mature tree but in reality being meticulously dwarfed through root-pruning. I've found this celebrated Japanese art-form as much unjust as in denial of life. So likening inner state to the muted Bonasai'ed plant was but convenient...effortless.
We grow yet ask our thoughts to remain unaging...fossilised...stalled...Bonsaied!
We grow yet ask our thoughts to remain unaging...fossilised...stalled...Bonsaied!
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