Metafiction as Parable
when we read something, we give to the work itself power as well as absorb what it is that it exchanges with us will and imagination like a fluid substance filling the void of the world’s minds as they sponge up knowledge with fascination unparalleled in the human consciousness, and it is within this psyche that we start to question boundaries like roped gateways guarded by archfiends who tell us to stay with the path the others tread even when we intuit otherwise while telling the many what to do to satisfy our own selfish desires, conforming to the rhythm of oblivious intellect whose empty thoughts are based in opportunity instead of community and oppression in spite of compassion just to make this sequence of events stay in the preordained ways that we have become abused to as we have cut the others down who could have aided us in our pursuit for truth even after trusting the socially ignorant housed at times in our friends and families for too many lopsided centuries to keep it up… the parallels to parables or the moral tales of our ancestors are always there waiting for us to see them as they are minus the data of a misinformation wave that leaks into our modern age of almost total technological assimilation subsuming the casual human in all their luxury into the meat of the system merely by the interactivity central to this our storming force pushing into the digital, where this everything takes on a novel appearance to those novice to the digital world set in motion and constantly moving even in those long gaps of time that we seem to inhabit fully as the animal of humanity soon becoming aware of location and meaning where only a handful were open to the sense of these things prior to now, but collectively we still have a long road ahead if we are to ever supersede the neanderthal complex within our culture trying to set the few controls to exclude every thinking and feeling creature questioning from this source of wisdom and love that beats beneath our chest, we are in conflict with ourselves but this is only temporary as the six walls come down in a spiritual collapse and rebirth that will consume the dark heart in flames to reignite the passion needed to complete the ascension of a good spirit formed…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on November 5th, 2013 in blogging, m for Manque.., my art & dreams, p for Periclitate..., rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.