Fruition


Fruition

That which was deemed normal is now the incontrovertible fallacy.
Where we have devolved, where we have stagnated, where we have developed and where we are going seems intertwined with rancorous passions ablaze.

Thoughts and never thinking are intertwined with unkempt desires.
Desire and freedom, are two different animals.

I've long struggled with this insincerity of thinking, of conflicts and paradoxes that mesh like a Gordian knot.

It is scary, yet it is real, our deepest fears are upon us and we have no recourse but to linger in our minds, in our distractions and in our fortuitous weaknesses to bear what is.

The stalwarts of higher thinking and being have fallen.

Everything that we now possess are the mere replicas of our material existence. No longer is the mind, the spirit, the soul and the heart, the most prized aspect of our stay in this world.

We have been subjugated, coerced into, this. This blathering mess of existence.

Then one ponders, what all the bloodshed through the ages has been all about.

Then one wonders when the second coming of whichever deity will come.

Truth is lost.

All that is left now of humanity is a vague notion, of what it is to live. We mimic each other and manufacture experience through the eyes of others sorted through the stream of social thought.

Our leaders have become managers, seeking to build sand castles by the shore of human dissent and anarchy.

Yet, the opposite is also true.

We live in an age of mind numbing fear.