The orthodoxy and the demons...

So many demons roaming, and the day is torn to pieces. Some seems so remote but extremely significance in many ways. Mysteriously display the orthodox delight of welcoming tomorrow and forgetting the orthodoxy of today. Caught in between yonder and wonder, fire and water, of angel and the devil, of Shakespeare and Spielberg. Whatever. It casts aside unorthodoxy of garbage in the bin, sleepishly hollow and shallow.