It was a bit more challenging than I thought it would be. Actually, no, it was pretty tough. Here's my stab at it:
Variance
Variance,
the virtuoso of the alternative footprint can
Summon
quite the tiered arrangement of sound.
First
comes the tear (composed mainly of a salinized secretion, yet in such
instances, that is much more heavily weighted, than that of your garden-variety
watery eyes) that seems to appear-like magic- out of thin air and all.
Next
came the birth of the subtle sob, (a bubbled up-bubbled over-babbling of
gibberish), a melodramatic merger of the fascinating relationship between what
we feel and what we think others expect our reactions to be. The sob truly has elements of fantasy built
within—at this stage of evolution; the human mammal has certainly learned that
an extra little something, when speaking about the tonality of their sob, can
sway jurors, family and friends. So in
as such, the sob blurs the reality of the hardship and the performance offered
on life’s stage. The entire nature of
sobbing is…almost comical.
The
tertiary position consists of what most would consider weeping. Weepers, while some people most assuredly can
alter their mindset, get into character, and blather great cries, most, in such
circumstances, are genuine in their wallowing.
Yet, some still find these individuals to be of the highest comedic pursuit. I feel sad for these types. Perhaps they’ve yet to experience the sadness
that promotes such dynamic despair, or, well I’ll just say numbness is a
possibility, but so is sadism, either way, pity seems like a good solvency.
Finally,
the final tier, the last in order, the culmination of sequence, is the wishing
wail. Here the individual prays for such
joyous occasions, they claw at the fabric of existence, hoping, pining for a
moment so wonderful, that their floodgates can open and pour their happiness
unto the entire world, indifferent to the actual politics of location or sum
quantity of bystander.
Variance
is the first jar upon the spice rack, yet in the case of “most of the time,” is
typically the last to be chose. Variety
is the balancing beam on which we walk.
Sure we like familiarity, and often times, change fosters a grimace,
upon our all too-often, already scowled countenances. Yet, personally, I’d be at a loss for words,
if palates of commonplace were all there was to work with.
