Pin-striped in Blue

Transcendence is the surpassing of others. The going past. The progression from one state to the next. The transformation from the physical to the conceptual.

“You know this is wrong. You know it is. I know you know it. So why are we standing here having this discussion? What is it you’re not grasping here? Is it the way I’m talking, the way I look? Do I have to wear a fancy-arse lawyering suit and a hundred dollar tie to get through to you? Sugar-coat it in psychobabble bullshit? CC it to the secretary and ask her to make it happen? It’s wrong, and I’m not doing it. Not this time. Not again. No way. Mate, you’re fucking out of line calling me out here, and you’re out of line expecting me to go along with this.”

And this is the opposite of transcendence, whatever that may be. This is the state at which the conceptual becomes physical.

And when the conceptual becomes physical, it has a habit of wrecking hundred dollar ties.

Dead, Dead, Dead

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