We are basically flawed creatures. Unable to see beyond our fixed spots in space and time. Finite and infinitesimal. Alone in a wasteland of conflicting emotions and unresolved frustrations. Coming a long way just to reach a dead-end.
Gone is the era of the optimist who saw a raw potential ready to burst forth, if only we believed. If we were brave enough to reach out and grab the stars and realize the greatness that lurks within. Since long ago we have witnessed unique individuals who spread the good news and delivered a message of awakening but alas, we chose to ignore them. Trading the untamed creativeness with the stability of the Archons, the security of the hive. Just hoping for the occasional trickster to pop up and stimulate our mechanistic lives.
And what about the wilderness outside, that vast unexplored region?
It's there for the real adventurous spirits. True visionaries drank from the fountain of inspiration and gave us food for thought, grandiose ideas ready for exploitation, but again we chose slumber.
The sphere at the bottom of the tree with its siren's call seems so much more intriguing than a simple SMI²LE.
The rebellion that came to pass.
We can read, and think, and rationalize all we like but at the end of the day, when all is said and done I'm afraid we are going to stare at the face of our situation and not gonna like what we'll see, and that is a distortion of unfulfilled promises, a broken world seething with resentment, populated in a large degree by cowards perfectly at ease with the predicament of human existence.
Progress is a lie if it's just for consumption, and evolution vastly overrated if the end product is an obedient drone.
Imagine a universe according the gnostic tradition, oh! the sadness, and by all means we may be living in one. We had the plans for something else but the tools for utilization were nowhere to be found.
When the ship is sinking it's every man/woman for himself/herself, but at least I got my lifebelt on, do you?
Gone is the era of the optimist who saw a raw potential ready to burst forth, if only we believed. If we were brave enough to reach out and grab the stars and realize the greatness that lurks within. Since long ago we have witnessed unique individuals who spread the good news and delivered a message of awakening but alas, we chose to ignore them. Trading the untamed creativeness with the stability of the Archons, the security of the hive. Just hoping for the occasional trickster to pop up and stimulate our mechanistic lives.
And what about the wilderness outside, that vast unexplored region?
It's there for the real adventurous spirits. True visionaries drank from the fountain of inspiration and gave us food for thought, grandiose ideas ready for exploitation, but again we chose slumber.
The sphere at the bottom of the tree with its siren's call seems so much more intriguing than a simple SMI²LE.
The rebellion that came to pass.
We can read, and think, and rationalize all we like but at the end of the day, when all is said and done I'm afraid we are going to stare at the face of our situation and not gonna like what we'll see, and that is a distortion of unfulfilled promises, a broken world seething with resentment, populated in a large degree by cowards perfectly at ease with the predicament of human existence.
Progress is a lie if it's just for consumption, and evolution vastly overrated if the end product is an obedient drone.
Imagine a universe according the gnostic tradition, oh! the sadness, and by all means we may be living in one. We had the plans for something else but the tools for utilization were nowhere to be found.
When the ship is sinking it's every man/woman for himself/herself, but at least I got my lifebelt on, do you?
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