What does it take? That sometimes things happen in sequence as if they were spiraling down onto some kind of message, like when you hurt your toe or bang your shin, while almost subliminally messing up your day. But instead the message is clear. The spirals of life come through as if they were revealing themselves everlasting. All from that one instance when you banged that toe or said the wrong thing. I don't always seem like I'm making sense and I get upset that you can't always see through my eye as if I was projecting my intentions onto my skin, as if I was a demographic, some line someone drew depicting me, as if I was a thing. As if I think faster visually, than I do verbally, as if I was some kind of artists. Some kind of everlasting self that's trying to propel itself on to the future. Onto an omnipresent life in the Reel of All. Someone always says there are multiple beings up in all these vessels, energy that psychologically seldom expires and you wander around as you wonder why we are all, always, so messed up. Stuck repeating this cycle, this is absurdity, this distraction is stupefied, it's like, what's the end result here? What's the goal seriously?
I have a feeling that this "agenda" could very easily lead to genocide, all this fucking gerrymandering.
But I also understand that humans can be capable of so much better! I honestly feel that we could collective take the wheel and drive this planet around the universe as if it were a freaking supped up Tesla! I honestly genuinely feel this way! We have to be meant for so much more. But instead we are here divided into psychological segments, into skins versus shirts, like some kind of game show. Slapped with red tape from the red sea to the burning coasts. We tie our energies into unhinged points of view while the only point of reference comes from the media, paying eyewitnesses to be fake, to be full of it and sway our emotions tying us up some more into this side or the other, as if there weren't enough seats these houses. As if the opinions of a few matter most than the mass. As if the correct way to solve this issue is to take all control and abuse all power, leveling the field, repeating the cycle.
It feels like that song from deftones about bringing your knees to the ground in awe of something greater than your spec. Those are not the actual lyrics, that's just how I feel when I hear that song! It's like that, Its like experiencing something that only YOU can experience. Or maybe it's like when you have a dream that feels real or amplified, and you come out understanding what each of your senses feel individually. It's like some physiological jargon detailing the composition of your mouth, like some tongue telling YOU what to say, what to think, as if they knew of something else, these tongues. As if they understood life from a completely selective perspective, per specitive, per individual, as if we all understood the same exact thing but we don't. Like that Radiohead song about how "We think the same thing at the same time, there are too many of us so you can't come". But, who determines who can come? and why isn't he thinking with me? Where are we going?
To my perception, there seems to be room for all. Even in this objectively "little" planet let alone this oh so freaking mighty universe. Humans were given A LOT. We were given a very large playfield, and best of all we were given diversity. Look around you! Even between races there is diversity, especially in the nature of different species of fauna and flora, look at dogs and cats! all the same basic concept but so many different bodies! We've embraced the That seems obvious, just as obvious as the disinformation.
But instead we fail at distributing our energies where they should go, we take Everything for granted as if it were going to be here forever, we argue with imaginated lines while we stay in line waiting for someone to cut the tape. While we wait for sweat to drip and our hearts to panic in fear before we take action. Before we feel something, there is nothing like the feel of fear for your life. There is nothing like the notion that you will die and you don't know how, there is nothing like having someone be in control of your imminent death. Very few people in life experience that, most of us walk around with a silver spoon in our mouth, oblivious of the empirical primordial jus that we all came from. We forget about the mother, and the lifegiving entity of the womb, we drape it with political tape like a crime scene that you should not intrude with. But then I begin to understand both sides, that life truly matters but consequences and accidents are also extremely real. Not everyone is equipped to be a mother but everyone is equipped for rape. Like these holy men everywhere acting in the name of God as if God was some kind of pedophile, like some kind of liar with golden hair, relating what his master told him to say. And I am here within these passive walls, entertaining the arrival of understanding, enticing the idea of getting to see the real thing for what it is. These truths are alternative, these fakers are for real and I can't easily dismiss anything that looks weird in the eye of perfection.
What does it mean when so much rests on the hands of a very few?
