One ponders how to bring a grievance of a "cruel and unusual" punishment before the ultimate "Supreme Court"? Anyone have Zeus' number? Or an email address for the Pantheon? Asking for a friend.

I, being of body and some mind, willfully and voluntarily hereby declare to future humans or aliens. If I need erased from history to save humanity. Such as from a case of mildly inconvenient sniffles. Fine.

My first thought about this - amused. Next - depressed. As this is what every day feels like. But then - I WISHED for this! Why? Imagine. Every day for eternity. Absolutely no cares for the world. Just me. And a boulder!

I had died once a death; Suffering - descent into Hell; Then I blithed in content; Rapturing - all cares from my soul. But was I resurrect; Allured - rose by Siren's spell; Now I woe in lament; Damned - eternally a fool.

“If you yourself will listen, see that they bind you hand and foot on the swift ship, upright upon the mast block – round it let the rope be wound – that so with pleasure you may hear the Sirens’ song.” --- Odyssey, Book XII

Hello, Super Tuesday! Hmm. That's very DejaVu-ay! Anywho. Has empathy? Nope. Can experience joy? Nope. Craves worship? Yep. A pathological desire to win manipulative games? Yep. Stare too long into a "black hole" of despair and you will turn to stone. From the in-side-out.

I'm fascinated by the psychology behind a medium's framing of reality. Photography "is". Based on when that "is" is. Mood is captured in context. Painting "is". Based on what that "is" is. Mood is reflected in context. As in all forms of creative expression, the artist's "is" ... is forever.