I touched on moods and manners, as to ignite curiosity,
somewhere that hidden chamber; as manners speak in silent waves, to picture
one’s upbringing, designed to set us apart; where moods speak to meditation,
whereby, one has evolved, as to balance an imperfect person; where certain
moods, brood in agony, while noticed as contagious. We alter moods, to perfect
manners, where our goal is joy; some type of happiness, of far reaching
degrees, whereto, is this frantic chase. To lack joy—is to suffer; where
suffering alters manners; both societal and private? But I posit a young man,
ever at odds, as to measure it according to comforts; while suffering infers
normality, as recorded neatly, as we pay to read about tragedies. This young man,
knew something special, this in-between, where exists an uncanny balance—this
joy in suffering, this suffering in joy; as somewhat emotional, centered in
moods and manners, an infusion for what’s appropriate. I return us to joy, as
attached to souls, or rather, this tinge of souls; to feel offended with
absence, as if light is darkness, this mystic truth; and still, joy misses the
essence of life.
I’ve made a claim—concerning joy, where often we grow
through pangs; whereby, we see change through contrast, as rooted in pairs,
wherefore, one balances the other; while manners come through moods, both are
conditioned through examples. If mother is ill-tempered, the son must resist,
as to seek for other examples. If the father smokes, the daughter must resist,
as to conceive a sense of resilience; otherwise, both are subject to becoming
ill-tempered smokers. We suggest a subtlety: that one is able to distinguish
right from wrong based merely through an inner activity, as opposed to coming
through primary examples. We, too, have suggested that the son and daughter are
related; nevertheless: Does joy condition
manners, as to fortify moods; moreover: Does
suffering condition moods, as to fortify manners? It seems appropriate to
state the following: the one that suffers doesn’t necessarily have bad moods;
and the one that is joyful doesn’t necessarily have good manners—where both are
interchangeable. I retreat.
