Innocence

Innocence, originally uploaded by skitbraviking.

Today's topic provides no easy answers, but I know that I've come to know that I'd like to retain some of my own. It is not a clear topic: afterall, is innocence the lack of experience or the desire for experience? I know, I know: William Blake has riffed a thousand fold on this conundrum, and he's kindly placed in it ambiguous prosody to push us all further into the murkiness of confusion, and hopefully, Wisdom. Nevertheless, I've come to learn the value of this, within myself and within others. I'm pretty sure I've out grown that rebelious and adolescent tendency to want to tear down all the illusions. I am not without many illusions, but I'm fucking sad and I'm also sick of being angry. Saddness and anger, the the double-sided Janus face of adolescence dealing with the dull and simple truths of adulthood. Give me a hero and I'll worship. But there are no heroes. Yet I wish, I wish. Somebody do something great, soon, please. I can't take all the complacency that this country has slipped into. If you can't produce a true hero, at least give me my innocence back. Somebody has to have it. It's just not me, not right now.

Oh fuck it. There's no going back. I'll take Wisdom, even if it drives me into the batty darkness of Night.