DEAD IDEAS…
Strewn about this great panoramic realm of the one possibly conceivable at the helm are all of the unknowable fabrications often dreamt up via exaggerations by the human race of mammal sapiens. The realm of such pronouncements has come to be superposed at the furthest edge of reality, poised by the scope of some wishful thinking, by all those dreaming and wild supposing, who wish for such legends to be ever actualized and realized; however, these ideas have never ever made it into our observable realistic habitat in any way, they but remaining in the minds, joint, of the idea-beholders—even as widely varying viewpoints.
Without so much much as a word to say, I passed those to whom most no longer pray, nor believe in, but once did, namely, those of the graveyard tombstones now so unholy: astrology—the God of the stars that plod, eternally blazed and marbled in the sod, the monuments of Diana the moon God, Apollo the sun God, Baal, Zeus, Wotan, Aphrodite, Thor, Mithras, Isis, Amon, Poseidon, the druid gods, and on and on, anon.