A stupid, blind despondency. A lack of color and refinement. An impoverishment, far greater than money could ever accomplish, indeed a feeling that the soul itself is clothed in rags and general insufficiency. A lack of grammar, a loss of ideas. That nothing is worth writing about.
This last bit is not exactly my flaw. But a flaw of the whole fucking universe. That I am so very sorry but this whole Grand Creation or whatever they are calling it now, is not sufficient to hold my interest, I would rather dream, I say.
But even a dream is something of this world, that I am dreaming it, makes it my creation. And since I belong to this universe, even my thoughts, my dreams are not my own. They belong to the Universe. They belong to everyone. A common recurring theme that I have been exploring in the past few days has been the clash of the individual and the “common interest” for lack of a better word. The worst dystopias seem to originate by infringing on the individual. There is a latent unpredictability in the system. That since because, it cannot be absolutely predicted what a man(in the genderless sense) would be upto at any point of time. there is a need of homogenizing everyone and everything, to make automatons out of us.
That is and will always be unacceptable. What these great leaders need to realise it that humanity does not need saving. That heaven, hell and purgatory and all there is, is this, that which is in front of us and enclosed in our minds. That we want to better things is not even an acceptable solution because there really is no problem in the first place. Nothing needs fixing. Stay the fuck away.
And what has changed? Indeed there is no change, except maybe in the stories that we tell children, which must become elaborately complex and superordinary, or else the flaws in logic and the dichotomy of argument and rhetoric, would get caught. No one it seems, wants to be ever seen as being stupider than their kids, but it is the one inevitable fact.
Asymmetrical Thoughts 