Sunday, July 22, 2007
answers are for assholes
Masticating the manic minds of millions is no easy task, but its the one I set down for myself, so in this madness I gladly bask. As I progress in my study of this globe and species to which I belong it's becoming abundantly clear my indulgence in learning produces envy in others and lunacy within. The solutions to our rampaging sadistic species does not lie with books or in the four walled prisons we have built to hide from nature. Why play these obsessive games with our precious days when the brilliant sun and resplendent earth so emphatically point the way? Many people walk through life weighed down by centuries of cultural baggage that does nothing more than slow our journey and comfort the cries of 'are we there yet?'. What I propose is that every step we take further down the road of materialism and so called progress the less human we are. I hear the echoes of ages past resounding with blood drenched glory and insatiable passion. These days appear far different when compared with them. Today it all appears to cruelly calculated and carefully crafted that our society resembles a machine more than a group of human beings. People are programmed, processed, then placed, placated and then they pass. All this comes from but one place- the dreams we dream. Captains of Industry dreamt up forests of buildings, rivers of cars, herds of workers, and now here we are living that dream. If an individual dreams it is usually called art or insanity, but when groups dream, it is called power. The most powerful force to fight the mind numbing indulgence of our age is something we do every night when we sleep. If only the exploited masses and mislead middleman could be made to understand that all they need do is conceive of a path, then walk down it. So here we sit, a convict with the key to the cell, but not the courage to use it. However, I do feel a slight change in the wind. Perhaps the endless years of greed will soon give way to a whole new approach to life based on understanding and alturism. I hope that such is the case, but without dreamers, and lots of them, such things will never come to pass.
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