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Reflections Of Birth Through A Demonic Mirror, Turmoil, Victorian London, Geneva

Alright there chaps? On reflection of an article I penned some time ago it struck me that I had not plummeted the depths enough concerning death and life being so tightly close together. With some of the greatest literary geniuses we caste in the everyday now we fail to appreciate the despair and agony of their musings. Shame and disappointment. Yet they went on to book some examples of the most prolific head scratchings and insights we admire today. It is also with admiration that most of that genius came from the way in which life had kicked them. None speak so thoroughly of this idea as Mary Shelly perhaps. The great young lass who gave us one of the most enduring peeps of the last three hundred years. Her head bashing and musings on the human condition delved into the nature of man himself. His quest for an understanding of both birth and death combined. Truth came from her scribbles. The truth of desire. Nature being as diverse and thought of in her opinion as science. Science simply addets nature, she thought. Whether this was right or not depending on your opinion I suppose. But none the less it is without that devil of unsureness on her shoulder throughout her life that we might all be none the wiser. Her protagonist on this journey, Victor Frankenstein, was a man of science and sense, logic and stuff. Though the romance in his nature was sound. Only at the end did the romance overcome all in his struct of that journey. It is with this in mind that I wrote this article. Give me a good clicking. Thanks chaps. If you are good enough to subscribe mail me at theoneloneblogger@gmail.com or check out my social media on X or Facebook under The One Lone Blogger