i see dead people
it’s true. every day i talk to them. they serve me in stores. they deliver my mail. they read the news on tv. they’re everywhere. all of them. all dead. every last one. most of my friends have been dead for years. the only thing that seems to keep them from collapsing into a pile of dust is that they apparently don’t know yet.
scary, that.
before you write me off as some paranoid-delusional sceptic (you’d be half right), allow me to blow the dust off an issue that was somehow pushed into the corner of our lives early on ...
... you know, the one about living ?
that whole idea about life being a gift we should cherish ?
a gift we should use to make choices ?
that’s the one.
how do you use your gift ?
what choices are you making in your life ?
how much of your life is up to you ?
somehow life has become this pointless extra to the collection of stuff that “happens” to us every day. we don’t think about living, it’s just what we do.
it’s just what we HAVE to do to in service of the list of things we "need" for “survival”, ridiculously inflated though it is. we can’t help it, though. as a race, we have collectively forgotten what it is we were supposed to be “doing”.
we can think of nothing else to do but further “advance” our “advanced” thinking. we do things like attempt to “evolve” our populace to a point where we can colonize remote planets, without heed of the fact that we have fucked up royally not only with the planet we are on, but also with the majority of it’s divided, oppressed, terror-filled occupants.
this we call progress. this we call “success”.
what the world calls a “war” is just an endless repeat of the original argument of the soul: materialism versus spirituality. we never learn. we never will, it seems. the nightly horror movie we call “the news” is filled with atrocities so graphic and so frequent that their only effect now is a reinforcement of the numbness set over the world.
and yet we persist at any cost in “bettering” ourselves.
well done, humanity. you make me sick.