A sense of wrongness
Hey aren’t roundworms strange? I can’t tell the head from the tail; they don’t even have the structural integrity of over cooked pasta, but otherwise bear a striking resemblance. Elastic like thread seal tape or something?
Isn’t it strange that we live in a world where God would allow such creatures to exist? It’s such bizarre examples as this which make me fear that he’s taken his hands off our fates, if indeed it is true that he is benevolent and all powerful like some say.
Have you heard the all our Gods have abandoned us album, the nihilist track:
All our gods have abandoned us This is the great esoteric depression We sold our souls, but couldn't buy salvation
Unsettling
Or they are this reminder of how much of this world I do not understand. So humbling like I needed that; I don’t need further proof. All in all I know next to nothing and yet somehow I am reasonably successful. (Fact is I wouldn’t change my life even with the King’s (even if he wasn’t old)).
I see bad omens every day, if it isn’t dead birds or these apples I wrote about then they come in my dreams.
It’s a general feeling of unease inside like I was infected by metaphorical roundworms causing this sense of unease somewhere in the gut.
I can’t put my finger on.
Like when patting a cat, stroking its belly and then suddenly something inside the cat changes, a warning bell has gone off and she’d rip you to shreds or well at least the hand. At least she would bite it or maybe half heartedly attack it with her claws.
Have you ever logged into Nagios because you know that something is wrong, but all systems appear green?
It’s this sense of wrongness I try to describe.
I am a proper wordsmith.