[ CW ] Write a story using the writing styles of the 19th century .

The problem was that the world seemed composed of patterns aplenty. Intersecting systems that each to a whole seemed perfectly emblematic of practical simplicity. Cottage thatch, town tile, and steeple cobbles; parceled parts distinguished and qualified. Yet by the virtue of stepping down but a single rung, a man exposes himself to a less trifled truth. For any might accumulate decades accounting for every detail, every material, every pattern devised by the maddest cobblers and humblest of architects—the reality remains that roofs are attached to walls, and walls to floors. Between which a lattice of pipes, wires, and myriad abounds. 
 
 In youth, Nathaniel despaired of every making sense of such a tangle, no human spirit could help but find no such sympathy for an exercise so doomed to failure. To behold a world so complex, to look with eyes unsuited to following so many moving parts both hidden and in plain sight. 
 
 It seemed simpler to him, to take the brush against his eyes and reduces his ken to blurs and lines. It was the aesthetics of vaguery, of faith blind and grand. There was beauty and much less toil in regarding the world in such terms. In such this way, Nathaniel made a spectacle of himself, taking on the robe and scepter, resolved to share his vision with any parishioners that would spare him notice, and visit upon him their attentions. 
 
 `` I see God now in the blots and drips.'' he declared, `` We are but founders of a colony old yet young, a Utopia of human virtue we all project upon each other. We can not hope to understand, yet we can hope all the same. There are no answers that can not be thoroughly redressed by smoke and mirrors. This is the divine. To come together in mutual assurances of ignorance. There is no more worthy risk than not to risk at all. Let us live our lives deaf and dumb. The blind leading the blind in naked comfort. Let gather in Communion, we the Parish of the Perished.'' 
 
 `` What load of self-aggrandizing crap.'' said a man as they dragged Nathaniel off to the asylum. `` Not the 19th century mind you, just this piece in particular.'' The man nodded in satisfaction. It always paid to be specific about such things. 
 
 `` He tried at least.'' he said, before going off and completing some 19th century labor. 
 

