Bored

I sit staring blankedly at the darkness

staring through the holes in my mind

through the emptiness of my thoughts

I sit straight-jackedly straight

within an id, cramped dungeon-deep

jailed by the fiend of loneliness

I search for a key to free the humdrum of me

to unchain the dazing spirit

holed-up in my butter-fly cocoon

Mine is the plight of an introverted me

an unsure creature growing sour

awaiting boredom's mate to lift me from the floor 

*The more you protest against life, the more bogged down you get in it.  That's a truism.  The problem is how to leave this earth behind, rise up and go further.

  -Ilya Kabakov

*Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.

  -Kant(?)

*The nation that makes a great distinction between its scholars and its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting done by fools,

  -Thucydides

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Someone in love doesn't constantly go around saying "I love you."  Love speaks just as well in silence.

  -Not a day, not an hour rolls by without my thinking, in some way, about eternity.

  -Yes, I am a believer - like you, unless you've yielded to the illusion that the dividing line between faith and belief only passes between one person and another and not within each of us.