Writing
I was bored and thought I'd write something short and different to post...here it is.
War can sometimes be a beautiful thing, like pulling your finger across a broken pane glass-the pain is deep, but so is the pleasure. Tactile stimulation breeds emotional saturation that, in turn, feeds future jubilations. It’s the state of the nation! When happiness is allowed to flow freely, the blood of the less fortunate doesn’t taste quite as sweet, and it’s only when the whole world is suffering that all is well again.
__Listening to the distant voices that carry softly on the wind, I find that they are merely screams that have been muffled by the clouds of our own ambitions; ambitions of social order and political domination. We are the people, but we are also the oppressors, oppressed by a government of lies, greed and corruption. Thinking for yourself is an act of bad taste, whereas, following blindly is promptly called patriotism. Freedom is not freedom unless it can be bent. It is only within this realm of thinking that the true order of things is revealed-life yields a hefty toll, and we are all currency.
War can sometimes be a beautiful thing, like pulling your finger across a broken pane glass-the pain is deep, but so is the pleasure. Tactile stimulation breeds emotional saturation that, in turn, feeds future jubilations. It’s the state of the nation! When happiness is allowed to flow freely, the blood of the less fortunate doesn’t taste quite as sweet, and it’s only when the whole world is suffering that all is well again.
__Listening to the distant voices that carry softly on the wind, I find that they are merely screams that have been muffled by the clouds of our own ambitions; ambitions of social order and political domination. We are the people, but we are also the oppressors, oppressed by a government of lies, greed and corruption. Thinking for yourself is an act of bad taste, whereas, following blindly is promptly called patriotism. Freedom is not freedom unless it can be bent. It is only within this realm of thinking that the true order of things is revealed-life yields a hefty toll, and we are all currency.