Decongnizance

It was dejavu at play.. the scenery squarely opposed the diabolic intrinsic state. The smooth contours mendaciously blended the elements and colors flowed within and without. The plethora of nature seemed to be overflowing, ever giving, accepting and inanely mocking his audacious outlook. The stoicism of the path was taunting the man and machine not to demur. Putting down one small obstacle could capsize the titanically self absorbed journey. It made for an interesting paradox of sorts.

The ride was more like skating on embers... spitting sparks of glittering gold. His demeanor was quite often observed to be one of severe self fulfillment, almost to a fault. The civilized mechanization jolted his thoughts more than the combustion propelled him. The ardent strike of apportioned halcyon was betrayed by the unrelenting impact of the would be. Torque unsympathetically reverberated through the beaten down path of inquisition and diaspora. The fleeting thoughts culminated the past, present and future as if time was inert. In reality, time was inconsequential to the benefaction of the mind that ricochets events in a controlled but hyper-random fashion.