Unhappiness Is The Door
Waiting in the wings, time passes us by as if we are standing still. Holding our breath we remain quiet secretly waiting and hoping that our day will come. Ever watchful for portents we never sleep. Dreaming that we are awake, our slumber takes us even further into the depths of the abyss. Gazing through the murky waters of life, we pretend. How is it that time knows no bounds and yet this ever present limits us and contains us? Thinking of other things, other lives, we fall out of favor and the present takes on a handicap glow. Running away by doing anything and everything we let ourselves feel some sort of satisfaction and yet why is it that we are ever looking out for more?
Ennobling Ourselves With Spiritual Freedom
Spiritual freedom is overrated. As a concept, it has little to do with reality and every thing to do with our own sense of so-called ‘self purpose’. Our urge towards selfishness tends to precede common sense and during our years of strife and suffering we slowly, if we are lucky enough, begin to look at our own actions and motives. Behind every thought lies an obscured reality and in our quest to have reality take shape and form at the behest of those thoughts, we die each and every day. There is no saving for a rainy day when it comes to being overwhelmed with thoughts, concepts and ideas.
The All-Pervasive Endowment of Slavery
Looking around us we see freedom in all things. From our own intentions to the creatures of nature we see and understand the freedom so inherent in their make-up. We go as we please, do as we please and say as we please. Our freedom knows no bounds but which we, ourselves, place upon it. Life is indeed, good. As a plantation slave, fully owned and cared for by the Master, we dream our little dreams and continuously put forth hope into the future. Our lives surely must not come to aught or else we will have lived, and died, in vain. And so as we seek our fulfillment we understand the freedom we have to be very precious and which must be cared for. Seeking, we die a slow death.
Feeding The Beast, We Are Consumed
What is it that makes us continue, day after day, using the same methodology of seeking answers and solutions to all of our problems? What is it that prevents us from actually putting an end to our problems once and for all? Taking a step back to see the forest, all the trees lose individual existence and yet remain as unique participants of the forest just as they have always been. Where is the line drawn where we can go no further in the conquest of ourselves so that we may live fully, and completely happy and care-free? Much to the chagrin of all philosophies and philosophers, the age-old method of applying oneself alongside particular methods of operations, are all deemed useless as the accumulation of effort free falls into oblivion. Desiring some state of happiness, we continuously trip and fall into the abyss never quite picking up on the clue that our journey, beside it’s tumultuous existence, completely and utterly fails us. But without the time to think about it all, we ignore the obvious and fall,…
Stop Staring At The Mirror
Escape, that final frontier into which we place everything at our disposal. What survives becomes pursued into submission. All must give way before us. Is this not the reason for our existence? Indeed it is and so with hearts afire we relish each and every hollow victory. Fooling ourselves into believing, we live unhappily ever after. Bearing the torch of one’s soul, can there ever be such a heavier burden? Weeping, we lighten the load, or so we think. Contemplating each and every move, our board of chess becomes overwhelmed with broken pieces scattered carelessly about. And so, with clean hands, we move on to the next opportunity of existence. “Evermore.” cries the wolf in despair.
Gaining A Piece of The Pie
Let’s face it, we all want something out of life and living and in our haste to make head-way, we will go to great lengths to get what we so desire. Out of our thoughts we take flight and in our expression we seek one target after another, always wanting one THING or another. And even when we have acquired our target, we never seem to be quite satisfied with it. Our minds turn so easily from one thing to the next. Isn’t it strange how boredom sets in so easily once our goals have been reached. The never ending cycle keeps us very busy indeed. Would it not give anyone pause to consider what, exactly, is going on here?
Scio Freaks And Geeks
Scientology, as it seems to be put into practice these days, is one perverted, twisted, insane New Age religion. Is it any wonder that Sci-Fi mixes quite readily in the mix. Is it also any wonder that in this day and age of commercialism, this so-called religion is on the front lines of happily creating a method to assist one to part with their hard-earned cash, or more correctly, exchange - whether it be cash, check, money order, credit card, bank loan - you name it. After all, it’s not the money that is important, it’s one’s spiritual freedom, right? It’s funny how the two are used in combination with each other.
The Busy Have No Time To See
Out in the Night of our daydreams, we battle foes everywhere we turn our gaze. Looking upon the fields of destruction, little do we realize that we keep such a messy, messy house. As the carnage spills out into the streets, our attention moves as well. Never taking a moment to see, we become enraptured with our own being. After all, can there ever be anything else but us? Can there ever be any other thing than that to which we have grown quite accustomed to? Inbreeding brings about decay but when is it that we will become enlightened to that fact? Forever placing upon the horizon our hopes and dreams, we journey evermore, always yearning to capture what is ‘out there’. Endlessly justifying our existence, all that is left to be done is more of the same. Isn’t it amazing the depths to which our stupidity calls home? Why not just poke the other eye out as well and be done with it.