Disclaimer: 'Man has no property in man'; and neither do I have property of this.
Drive in Saturday
His name was always; immovable as a vast mountain, but free as air. Though all the winds of doctrine would bluster and insist upon a life lived along a much treaded course, his snorting head steadfastly gazed upon that fixed shore. No left and no right.
But who wants to live forever? What being of rational heart is content with a bureau supply of un-ageing men? – a maggot-minded, starved and fanatic crew.
A plea to empty air resounds with violence, presided by a vacant heaven. Where once he raged a sea that raged no more, now everything is still. Dread only for that truly hellish of all states – boredom.
His name was always. And on those bonnie, bonnie banks he and his true love will never meet again.
AN: Quite a few borrowed quotations from various sources in this one (I'll be interested to see if anyone can guess them). The last line is part of a lyric from a very famous Scots song called 'Loch Lomond', which I would highly recommend to you if you haven't come across it before.
This piece is fondly dedicated to Christopher Hitchens.