“Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.”— Frank Herbert, Dune
In the ever-changing landscape of today and morrow, we sit with ourselves in a paralytic state of our deluded reality. “To be (as we should), or not to be (as we were)” is the question we stopped asking when we deemed ourselves worthy of grandeur we never could attain. We stopped living for the sake of humankind, and picked up metal and scraps as we started shrinking the need for our own metacognitive capacity and focusing our worth towards the lifeless junk that crash landed below our feet aeons ago.
It feels like life lets us down when everyone around you does every action and adventure in multitudes that is superior to your abilities. There’s humanity’s design of sufferance, the very vassal of the Deadly Sins in motion. Existing as a human should never feel burdensome towards our self and the collective; our own failure in acceptance of the range of humankind and what it has to offer when not holding onto the optimum samples shows the depths of our sins and deviance from the rational norma of happiness.
The Past, threatened by the will to be free of the Future’s Spirits seeks dominion over every atom that is exhaled from the insufficient capacity of hope within.
People hold power over you only if you give (lend) it to them and our ego climbs ladders far beyond our physical reach. When we do away with the sins of our forefathers from the boiling mess at the tip of the pyramid, we’re left with humanity, in the natural form that is. We parade false gods and empty idols because they fill in the gaps where hope lay before. Substitution of components is best left to food, not values and principles towards the progressive growth of humankind.
We are stripped away of our dignity to exist as we would like to, due to the human pyramid deciding that a strong foundation is conjured up out of simplicity and control, not complexity and individuality. Fear is fed to us through metal tubes and plastic shielded wires, yet we digest it without a morsel of hesitation as we seek shelter in fear, since it does not require the courage to live without it.
If it’s raining, we open an umbrella, if it’s hot, we seek shade. Running to cover and embracing safety is the natural instinct of the parasitic animals and predators that we are, growing and expanding like cancer in the safety of our collective numbness and masses. When anger and passion is numbed out of existence, all you have left is a mimicry of a zombie, ripe for the picking as the personal puppet.
We would litter our earth with the soulless husks of our comrades, fill the sky with poisonous haze and pollute the rivers with metals unknown just to feel a moment’s worth of satisfaction. If we could collect the energies of the universe, we would turn forests and oceans into ashes and dust, just for a taste of what others before us couldn’t have, and after us won’t have.
Burn away the plastic sheath of comfort and suppression and let us once again rejoice and heal in the warmth of our fire to live.