There is death...and this thing we call life, nothing more. If in this life, you choose to believe the stories other people make up and canonize, that directly contradicts perceptions and our perceived state of the real world, that is entirely your choice and your right to decide on how you wish to live. But, if you force others to believe as you do, indoctrinate children as they did in Nazi Germany, once Hitler became the Chancellor, then you do not allow for freedom of belief, freedom of expression, freedom of religion, the liberty to choose what is honorable and worthy to oneself to fight, defend and kill for principles beyond our mortal state of greed, hatred and corruption. We oppress to impress upon others our need to make people conform to our own status quo as rulers of the world. We are Republicans to reflect the Romans of antiquity lost to mute historians who rarely take a stand, for it means life or death, or the loss of one's life, this livelihood we strive for and deeply cherish. And why not, may I ask.
Why take a stand, alone or with others during an organized protest, in the rain, in the cold, in the snow, on the streets, marching to voice dissent, to gather as a group, not to meet to hook up, socialize or party, but to join together to voice our collective opinion, our mindset as the disenfranchised, as the common people, overeducated students joining to march against hidden forces up in conference rooms in expensive hotels, eating, drinking, talking, deciding policy, where no one will see them, no one will bother them, Invisible to eyes, inaudible to ears, untouchable to hands, ineffable to mouths, insensible to minds, but oh, how they do stink, the stench to heaven high above their tall building, no one but Spiderman can scale, or fly over in just a single bound as Superman can do, but of course, I digress with these superheroes of imaginations greater, or most supreme to defend core values to a nation in need of an explanation of what matters to them, a country of dullards whose representatives appeal only for votes then disappear behind closed doors in offices off-limits to people, to the common people, the general public, well-meaning, hard-working people of every faith, class, creed, sex, and gender, whatever these words mean to people who may care to understand this rant, this raving lunatic expects no one to read.
As you can guess, I am not the biographer, the narrator of words without a beginning, a middle, or an end, stories without events, told without description to a deaf audience, who want for good stories, told by real narrators, regarding not real life, but fictional settings, characters who don't know and cannot acknowledge they are but fictional, re-presentational entities without form, without real flesh and blood, when they die, a hundred thousand times whenever a reader takes a voyage in words to appreciate life by enjoying the death of an honest villain over and over time and again until death appears just a fiction, a representation of the real but not real, a mimetic gesture by an absent author who allows the reader to rewrite the written, to interpret the words on the page as they please according to values meaningful to their kind, as they understand death, a memento mori, or something visceral, an ephemeral flash from form to emptiness, from emptiness to form, back and forth throughout time, as their experience allows for poetic moments to recognize as never returning, as irretrievable, as ashes, bones and dust, impossible to die until death comes for us, until fate cuts the thread.
From cradle to the grave the gods look on waiting to see when our time comes to draw the length of thread to snip just like the cord attached to the baby at birth must be severed once the infant enters from darkness into light, at death we must reverse this process of living and return to darkness, where the dead become one with ātman, the great soul, where the metaphysics of this reality comes into play with God, or whatever you call the being before all comes into becoming, constantly we unfold through the linear lens of time where all events coexist in a flash, although our perceptions view the continuous nature of the real world, what we see is not real but imaginary, an hallucination we all believe is true, however if I show you all events at once, you will surely go mad, this much is for certain, the closer we perceive the mind of God, our brain dissolves neural pathways as unnecessary, the veil of illusion can never be replaced, if you are not ready, nothing makes sense ever again in this lifetime, you become overwhelmed with the profundity of data to process.
Now may be a good time to make you acquainted with the machine I call spirit, an acronym for sensory processes involving realistic Information technology, it is a step closer than the élan vital of philosophy past, where we learn we are part of the spirit machine, as processing units for an impossibly vast system of knowledge, experimentation, and closure with results meaningful to spirit but to no one else since we cannot know the mind deep within the machine, this game we play with time, we pretend we are free as individuals to think and to decide on events in our lives, but time has already been thought out just for us as actors on this earth, we are simply agents of the mechanism, this machine called spirit, from which we derive life, the breath of existence, from infants to old age, until death takes us all.
The problem with death is it is ubiquitous and yet we are clueless to show it some respect, chicken bones on the street, tossed away anyhow, if they were human bones with a little flesh left, just pitched willy-nilly, an investigation would occur to find out whose body was eaten and by which cannibal, for here in Chicago, it would make the evening news report, every night until they caught someone to serve them just deserts, punishment they deserve, but this leads me to crime and the justice system, a giant can of worms, considering ethics plays such a vital role, yet is so misguided throughout its history that justice bears the face of those who influence ethics with affluence, their wealth decides the fate of all caught in the net, like fish on a barge ship, we have next to no choice in the matter of fate, unless we fight with fire, a system based on wealth, money won't set you free but it may determine in which prison you land.
Life is a funny thing in that we never know what is to come our way, our destiny, they say is shaped by past events, the future crystal clear if you can interpret the images within a crystal ball, we need not be psychics to see where we may land, but to see who we are as Homo sapiens as a species on earth, or as human beings, as individuals, clueless to the future, since we are blind to past events as memories for which our reflections on our lives as a whole are most commonly lost to this, the daily grind, until something forces us to look back in fear, horror, apprehension, at what we have become, somehow we never see ourselves sliding back down to the hell we construct as imaginary, as deterrent, a sign to stop at the crosswalk, somehow we just ignore, until someone gets hurt, someone else dies, we face the dire consequences of our actions, but now we either show the world remorse, honest regrets, no matter the impact on our own lives, someone else died and their family and friends must grieve their loss, how we present ourselves as part of the social fabric or outside it speaks more about humans and our humanity than we can ever know, this is why the hidden remains lost to our minds, until this moment now, the present always gone in the blink of an eye.
In this life, I believe in the philosophy of ahimsa, no harm, to cause no harm seems dumb, we're bound to step on an ant or an earthworm, if we choose to eat meat, as carnivores, we cause undue harm to other living creatures on earth, because it is easy to kill, to hurt, to maim, our inability to act considerate unless we play a role to gain the good graces of someone we enjoy their company, body, mind or outlook on life, where we get what we want, something for nothing, or next to nothing but time, of course this is easy, to lack social graces, but to appreciate life in all its beauty, and strive to do no harm, never an easy task, we set boundaries in place to remind us to go no further in action, consequences ensue from a lack of concern, witness the evening news, each report seeks the good, the silver lining found around a dark storm cloud, if such information becomes available to announce to viewers, the unknown is terror for some, whether someone will come home or the news will announce their death live for all the world to see, the easy path is not for me to take lightly, others may benefit but our connections break, and disconnect follows, this is why ahimsa, to cause no harm by way of intentions, choices we make daily in life, our need to be conscious of actions is karma, consequences ensue out of karma, our words, thoughts, deeds, feelings, actions, all impact our karma, consequences ensue.
I am Casimiro, the proclaimer of peace, the destroyer of death, and for you, I will bring an everlasting life. Like Jesus on the cross, I bear the sins of man, I balance our karma on the scales of justice and I find them wanting.
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