Ubliminalsay Essagemay
This is not an essay on the wane nor is it poetry on the fly this is swimming in vocabulary thick as molasses I am not a voice speech is not language it may have predicated writing but the latter form is still the most evolved thoughts are all that are needed so sayeth the wise traveller thoughts, forms, traces whatever you call them are the only language that is necessary it exists because it is the tool it exists because it has for half a million years been our most cherished addiction from the water we learned how to think and transmit that in a form people recognize but we have inherited all of our thoughts from society from biology and from ancestry speech should be questioned further because it is not enough to enjoy hearing the sound of one’s voice we always try to root our endowments in the deep past searching for an origin but we understand now or are beginning to understand for some of us that there is no origin a teacher once asked ‘then what is there? what are we hiding from ourselves? noting less than nothing – fear and the fear of nothing most of us want to be lied to and all of us certainly do not mind those tricks we play on ourselves once in a while it compels us to dig and look for solutions to our riddles answers to our questions counters to our queries but the explanation has been forgotten by humanity and forgotten a long long time ago so remember there is no origin to speak of Mulder, stop looking for your sister and let go there are more important issues to deal with here now your ego is like your stomach it will keep discarding what you feed it the devourers of knowledge are going to fill the bowl try to emphasize the fictitious quality of it all hey I will tell you a story the power of knowing is meaningless for it cannot fill the void and there is never enough to know it does not conserve life the quest for it creates only more dilemmas, each one with its own set of riddles, wrapped in enigmas, forever multiplying, upwards forwards and twirling always twirling is there enough plastic in your soup today stop trying turn thought off like a television with bad reception ... meditate ... listen but never think besides the thoughts themselves will betray you want to be optimistic get bent flattery lying deluding wearing a mask solitariness and vanity pride and prejudice all an illusion inspired by ourselves for preserving ourselves against others knowing is a dream SOCIETY trying to deceive others we deceive ourselves whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and when you look long into an abyss the abyss also looks into you the unity of society is tenable at best and sheer bedlam at worst sooner or later junkies always turn each other in knowledge is a drug and history is the overdose victim transcend become elude the drug and misdirect the past do not follow down that cursed red light do not go gentle into that good night old age should burn and rage at close of day rage rage against the dying of the light cause when the man comes to town taking names it will not matter at all who’s right or wrong or who’s smartest or who’s fittest all of you leave the individual behind and join society give of oneself always without fail and escape the bloody theme of history separate from the individual society is who we are now look at your children and know the only truth there is to know this is an emergency message from us to them you are needed in aisle five please place your tray in its upright and locked position the real is not a metaphor and there is no such thing as a thing in itself the reality is absurd yet the only thing that is truly real THINK you got what it takes? if you have ever received tolerable stimuli from contact with others or places visited and shared with others or objects created by others congratulations and welcome to society abandon all hope ye who enter here because the ones who are not in on it are going to devour us alive unless we save each other from eternal damnation of within the mind reality and each other is all we really have and it is much more real, much more realistic, and much more realizing than we would all like to think stop thinking protect others rather than yourselves and save the planet or get off SHE IS OURS travel through time one second at a time and you will always reach your destined destination of dry land where you can write enlightened essays until the moon refuses to wax forevermore out of jealousy of your delicately incandescent poetry fini.
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