The Golden Chalice
It was in the haranguing discrepancies of a particularly incessant anxiety, a fermenting perturbation of the conscious, that I began to fathom the malady. I was not well, and although my condition, conduced sentiments of profound apathy, I sought to extract the tangible rudiments of the defective conundrum, from that abundant portion of redundancy. It was first a mere inquisition, which became, an insatiable vacuum of gyrating circumspect, and wonder soon became disease. I purchased a golden chalice, from a reputable collector, and ensconced it, regally upon a mahogany display where many of my fascinating procurements were thither stored. The pecuniary expense of my passion left me with scanty funds, for further installation and so, i abnegated myself from the defective practice. Still I was proud of this one particular treasure, the golden chalice, gleaming with immutable chatoyance, as if in its interior it bore the spirit of an Arabian Genie. I promised myself to never subject it, t...