SOCIETY

Society somewhat amorphously proceeds. Daily and nightly the apparent arrangement of things and of people might offer certain insights to somebody, or to several folk. I somehow remain unable to discern societal patterns.
I do suppose, though, that I might like being part of some form of high society. Were I at all in such an elite, I might issue special proclamations. I even might send out some lovely invitations to parties. Before several moments or years had elapsed, the world around me might appear copiously dimensional and splendiferous.
Once again I'm catching myself in the sad little act of producing rather indefensible gobbledygook. Throughout my career as an indefensible would-be stylist of English I very repeatedly may have seemed to be dipping my quill into monstrous modes of silliness.
As part of some worldly set of connections you likely are glad to be relatively alone now and then. During ensuing minutes you might review some of this abstractly. You even might lie down and take a nap. Whatever processes of actual intellection might seem to be weighing you down, you are at least somewhat likely to prosper.
Society perhaps mainly is for the production of goods and services -- food and drink, especially. During any and all moments we somehow may survive and endure. Our various proclivities will do whatever those must do. Pets and other forms of ancillary humanity may push limits and may resurrect precise barricades.