Status Quo Vadis

A host of quirks takes up residence in the figurative commons, with personalities clamoring to preside by virtue of proximity to the presumed focal point, a hypothesized antidote to otherwise anonymity. A warble of fluent gossip thatched with seductively contrarian views splays into solo speaking parts lusting for renown. Feigning a game of which one is closest to the centerfield who has made an art form of producing and distributing rumors designed to pique those grabbing for a higher rung. Half-parsed vitality equally likely to bloom or wither amid the crowded array of intuitively sensed placement on the chart that confers an array of status scores on those fluent in ways to navigate rules of the unspoken game. The center of attention naturally bursts with greed, serially tempted to turn yet more central. Eventually or soon, the longing for permanence arrives as distant from the Dhammapada as worldlings can be. Hunger for unearned fuel places the situation far from any long game as drama replicates itself.