I am at times discouraged by the fuse-like nature of our existence. Once lit, it goes out rapidly towards the end of the line. It matters little what you do. It just burns away little by little and you don't get much out of it.
It doesn't make much difference if you chew your meat with neglected teeth or no teeth at all. It is all a calm chaos at the gates of endless possibility. A painting filling a canvas. Leaving no blank space. A piece of music that we carelessly orchestrate. And all that is gradually forgotten with the rapid passing of time.
So I do nothing but smile, with cracked lips, gazing alone at autumn night skies swallowed by fog. The questions remain there in my head, like school children, patiently waiting in their spots.
Where will I be tomorrow? Toasting champagne in the heart of high society or sharing plastic bottled beer on the sidewalks of the world? Munchen or Medeea?
All I lived and loved will peacefully subside into oblivion. Away from humanity's collective conscience. All our dreams of immortality are but chapters in an amnesic childs play. So why not make life a pleasant heartbeat for the soul of an ever dying planet? Why not boil and cool in the pleasures of our diminishing youth? Why not muse the sentient world around as? Why shouldn't we be the divine inspiration that this terrible world seems to hunger for? A flicker of good in this avalanche of nonsense. Fathers and mothers, lovers and friends! Let us ride into the lazy days and be the flesh of the mad gods that roam freely across the universe!
No comments:
Post a Comment