We are born into a world with so much
weight on us, with no memories of the past but yet the past tattoos and shapes
this world we find ourselves in.
Something is definitely not right.
things are certainly all wrong.
This the heavy feeling with no memory that plagues our being.
This is the weight of the unknown and the not want to be known, a sadness and emptiness that takes us all in one way or another sooner or later.
We try to hold onto the edges but no one is immune and everyone is responsible for the action of its own species.
The ghost of the dead haunt the children of the victorious.
What did we really win i wonder?
Are all our victories counterfeit or have some sort of a catch? did we read the fine print on that?
Is this the thing we all carry, we all know, but wish we did not know?
The thing that makes life and our mind impossible to live with?
That makes life not want to be lived, that makes life a thing to avoid, and escape into fantasy, hope from deities, empty promises, afterlife rewards and counterfeit thinking.
So how do we live in an impossible world that is so anti life, anti freedom, anti intelligence?
The rose coloured glasses are off now, as much as i miss them and all that i thought i knew then, i know its impossible to go back to that ignorance, nor would i want to though it is tempting at times.
Why is it that our answers, solutions and truth are so so saturated in the past, thinking through the past clinging to primitive ideologies?
This is what the council of children in the future ask me to think about while i am stuck in the middle the in-between the limbo of the past masquerading as my now.
We can not go into the future of evolution with all this weight full of illusions, beliefs, ideals and conditioning.
We have to leave all that behind.
Do we even know how to?
And when we do know how will we be able to handle the work and responsibility that goes with it or will we say its too much?
Something is definitely not right.
things are certainly all wrong.
This the heavy feeling with no memory that plagues our being.
This is the weight of the unknown and the not want to be known, a sadness and emptiness that takes us all in one way or another sooner or later.
We try to hold onto the edges but no one is immune and everyone is responsible for the action of its own species.
The ghost of the dead haunt the children of the victorious.
What did we really win i wonder?
Are all our victories counterfeit or have some sort of a catch? did we read the fine print on that?
Is this the thing we all carry, we all know, but wish we did not know?
The thing that makes life and our mind impossible to live with?
That makes life not want to be lived, that makes life a thing to avoid, and escape into fantasy, hope from deities, empty promises, afterlife rewards and counterfeit thinking.
So how do we live in an impossible world that is so anti life, anti freedom, anti intelligence?
The rose coloured glasses are off now, as much as i miss them and all that i thought i knew then, i know its impossible to go back to that ignorance, nor would i want to though it is tempting at times.
Why is it that our answers, solutions and truth are so so saturated in the past, thinking through the past clinging to primitive ideologies?
This is what the council of children in the future ask me to think about while i am stuck in the middle the in-between the limbo of the past masquerading as my now.
We can not go into the future of evolution with all this weight full of illusions, beliefs, ideals and conditioning.
We have to leave all that behind.
Do we even know how to?
And when we do know how will we be able to handle the work and responsibility that goes with it or will we say its too much?
