O foul decent! that I who erst contended with gods to sit the highest, am now constrained into a beast, and mixed with bestial slime, this essence to incarnate and imbrute, that to the height of deity aspired:... From: Milton's Paradise lost.

Contempt.

Core contempt at being human.

This contempt is not so much a result of any particular life incident or series of negative experience as it is a conclusion drawn from observation as well as a hard wired disposition I suppose.

At best, there are times when empathy for the human condition overcomes me and a sense of melancholy sets in but these moments are few and far between.

I have come to take reconciliation in work.

Work to me is the only reprive that justifies existence. Work is rest...all else is turmoil.

Any person or thing that gets in the way of the work directly or indirectly is a mortal enemy and any person or thing that clears the way or helps the work to continue is a valuble asset... anything that falls in between these two poles is not to be considered.

It is all either/or.

WB- 2008