Thursday, December 7, 2006

Through the Glass

I'm looking at you through the glass, I don't know who you are, You don't know who I am, but we are interconnected. In this hate-driven world, there is nothing, there is all, there is everything in this loveless society.

We all follow our own paths throughout life, at least we are told we follow our own paths throughout life. There is no freedom, there is no prison, there is, but humanlife. We like to think of ourselves as an advanced civilization. Ha!

We are as equal to the vermin as any other animal. The only difference between us and the animals no longer hides away from us, from the much rummaging and pillaging we have found the difference, and, much like rats; it has been exterminated. Our society has become the civilization of scoundrels and distrust. The common goal between all humans exists, but it has hidden from sight from the ignorant, the stupid, the lathargic. The future path of humans runs not towards the uncoverment of truth, but towards living day to day for ones own personal existence.

What a fool's errand is the idea of happiness. Can anyone truly become happy in this society? The "Corporations" drive our progress into the ground for the mere, yet important substance called money. The cloud of currency creates a vail over our heads, we cannot see anything except for glints of giving. The overall glare comes not from the small glints, but from the massive sun of self-indulgence. Government, Corporations, People tell us from conception, we must contribute to our well-being, we must relax, spend for ourselves so we can pursue the idea of "happiness". Like the executives dreamed of, we gobbled this new idea so fast, we became obese off of its infinite malnutrition. We became incapable of deciphering the great riddles of life; we became incapable to advance human race.

Our society created in the past, for evermore will stay in the past. We indulge in a mystical box, we learn from the box, our kids learn from the box. When we grow weary on the trek of life, we turn to the box. What is so great of the box? Nothing, except Everything. The box, the infinite epitamy of unused knowledge;this infinite source of stupidity, tells us what will let us conform best with our follow brainwashees. Our society will eventually grow deaf from the box, but will we keep trying to listen? Yes.

Our society created in the past, will for evermore stay in the past. Unless, we come to terms with our own souls, and shake away from the corportions, we shake away from the conformist garbage displayed day to day on the box. To recreate our new society, the world must leave the present technology behind. We must embrace free-thought once more. Today, to become a thinker is to become independent for evermore.

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