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the End of Maze

so Here we are again, the lazy Americans out on a limb as capitalist corruptors of the highest regard and the essence of fictional justice, and the youth has no place to go with no room to grow as the hustling and violent schism still reigns supreme in the days when matter boils down to an atom and as feeling obligated to have friends in a social economy lends credibility to isolation and paranoia as we commit to analyze the Self and its workings in the real world of eventuality… who really ever skips this blissful yearning is missing something of value beyond merely material possession and glamour of wealth, we always yearn for that electricity or spark that ignites in those fires of passionate relay that is moved by the spirit that lives outside of the body despite the attitudes that we cannot fly without lungeing mechanical devices that need constant consciousness in order to maintain control, and it is this old idaemon (demon of the ideal) we flavor with regulation that we follow into the fatalistic wreck of an uncertainty as that which calls us into itself looking to break us in our hollow and petrified existences… it is the art of love and the love of art that frees us from social mortal constraint and strain by the clutching grip of an intent seriousness that throttles us from the inside a lot of the time as we play the survival game with cheapening quality with which to entertain creative notions of sanity as monstrously leaching from the bounty nature maintains, we twist the knife slowly trying to enjoy the suffering as it resonates and ripples outward in rings around the victims moving where we want them to move, and the cheapening goal catapulting discovery into smaller and smaller confines of size as consciousness tries its attempts at moving from item to artifact in a shadowing of this new soul of technology made fresh and artificial… each and every process gets refined down to a barest thread which ties the wild throes of everything in this critical mass together weaving a tapestry out of the cosmic and that pulsing real suspended by animation of the human form as the current meaty vessel in mind, a robot gifted with the access to other realms of thought than the trained response which makes the human being much more of a dangerous creature in the kingdom than a weakness might betray to the rest of the tribe, and the dishonored pariah walks away to start new colonies and associations as well as new references for a larger collective unconscious of shared experiences to coalesce into actual reality… the collective takes its cues from each individual so connected to the frame of the social structure as a whole which can be a source of contradiction and frustration among all those living in the new universal society trying to adapt to the constant consistency shapeshifting of ideas, facts and the relationships between the two as well as their hybrids by consequence as we launch into a more integrative reality as this end time plays itself out like a silly dance for the people to get all riled up about as the misfits are everywhere these days, and no begging or praying is going to fulfill that hole that is empty because of irrational fear and shame pushing the tribe against the individual in order to make sense and assimilate all parts of the equation… the old ways are barely working out any more with the ransacking of the conquering world main priority among the human beasts who have settled on this rock, even as the millenniums wane and prophets get sicker and more deranged in order to prepare us for challenges explosive at the very fingertips of the mind raping its children for knowledge, and taking anything that the massive knows into its greasy drooling maw as though to offer perfecting the raw genetic material into the idealized super human being that does not need to have insults rained upon them to understand the rise from slavish demands… in the Now, we are barely equipped to take on the cosmic forces that could cripple our want for a better humanity as we service each other as mental animals kept about to move most of the bigger pieces around while the jerks from a hierarchical ladder above bemoan the efforts of the few in their herds, and actively pursue ways to dismiss the human in its individual pain and suffering as focused on the worst means and traits as a way at playing the best odds in any given situation… some of us know their roles early on and play them as they are intended to benefit as particular elements in some greater act or movement of the conscious mass as it finds a system to institute some manufactured order into the natural chaos that rebels against it, overgrowth and crime perhaps are at once natural markers and clandestine harbingers of the natural world as we know it being crushed and ground down by the orders that have grown too fat and so unworthy of the controlling medium that wealth and dogma provide to one of the elite of this world, and all their splendor comes to naught as going on with ignorant and unassuming lives affords a numbness and access to a boredom that never abates even if with all of the great advances of the known world on your doorstep… these creatures hunt each other as sport in a most terrible game that cannibals and large animals know as natural in relation to their actions, but the enthusiast takes the role of jocular fool without waiting for the spiritual lesson evoked by the reality of the wild hunt to become as any standard rite of passage, instead by howling at the moon and getting drunk in a time and a place that never has any fondness for true spirituality then it becomes a way of subduing the passionate truth embedded in our souls also a way to exploit the inherent violence of the real into a quantifiable thrill ride adventure… until the end that is… we pay fees and stand in lines, but where do we ever get?…

Thanks, khet.