Sarcasm

Sarcastic monasticism.The religiosity of the outrageously perfect, the source of enlightenment, pinnacle of perfection in human form. The best way, the straight line toward home,heaven's only legitimate heir. This is not Jesus we are discussing here but the rear who cheers on their own ears by confirming of the obvious. Right, of course they are. And now here it is again,point well taken,just as was assumed. Then on to exhuming another body,soul or spirit to probe with the microscope and tweezers.
We wees and sigh, approaching reproach and contempt. We fry in the hot oil of spoiled attempts that never get it quite right ,say it correctly. We the barbaric are pardoned out of the goodness of ...
Love is the only place of deliverance, the safe haven. Try as we might, we'll never be what it is that the critical are looking for. It is never enough for them as they look into their mirror, they will not be satisfied there either.
Our only option is to return to the innocence of childhood when naivete was the kiss on our senselessness. The time when we were not suffered with but celebrated for the curious,daring and venerable creatures-children we were(should have stayed,never should have stopped being).
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
But they do matter.This is no child left behind in its purest form.The first shall be last and the last shall be first.Patience everyone, with them and yourselves.