Sunday, December 23, 2018

Why Aren't You?


What fascinates me is this:
Why aren't you fascinated?

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Weeks, months, years.
>BUZZER!<
You're dead!

What did you spend your life doing?
Did you answer the unique and primal ache
each and every one of us has?
Or did you (almost certainly) ignore it?
Life is: school, marriage, kids, house, job, retirement, death.
And in-between consuming as much as you can
to stifle that ache.
And in-between:
constantly comparing yourself to your neighbors and coworkers.
And in-between:
kissing as much richer or more powerful ass as you can.
And in-between:
being steadily inured into Oblivion by the constant
messages of advertisers:
You aren't good enough!
You aren't rich enough!
You aren't sexy enough!
You're getting old!
You're getting fat!
You're getting socially unacceptable!
Why aren't you using fabric softener on that limp collar, loser!

And here's the thing:
this is all normal to you.
This is all acceptable to you.
This is "just the way life is."
It's a great excuse,
for it absolves you from taking any action whatsoever
to fix it, to find yourself again,
to find that unique primal ache.

Your "just the way life is" life is a disease.
Because of it the world is now burning
and governments are now peopled by the monstrous.
The commons have become a toxic landfill
and that primal ache in you is now years dead.

Which means you are too.
Your body just hasn't caught up to the fact.


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Port Orford, Oregon

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