Forwarded from Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
This eagle is poor. He has no 401(k), no vestigial remnants of fiscal prudence, no nest egg to speak of—only the hollow echo of squandered opportunities rattling in the cavernous abyss of his financial insolvency. While his opulent brethren ascend with regal aplomb over gilded horizons and cerulean expanses, he languishes in the penumbra of their grandeur, shackled by the Sisyphean weight of his pecuniary destitution. Beauty, that elusive aristocrat of the senses, remains ensconced behind velvet ropes of exclusivity, demanding a toll he cannot muster—no ducats for the auroral spectacle, no obols for the chromatic splendor of a prismatic sky, no drachmae for the sublime majesty of alpine zeniths. Thus, he roosts upon a gnarled, lichen-encrusted bough, a spectral sentinel of thwarted aspirations, his gaze fixed on a firmament that mocks his grounded existence. For even in the avian realm, where wings should emancipate, the tyranny of capital reigns supreme, and the poetry of flight is reserved for those who can afford the ink. Don't be like him, Anon. Go to university and get that high paying job and live in the city. Spread your wings, but only after you've spread your investments 🦅💸.
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