the last day of the world
if you are doing something that would not have importance on the last day of the world, or is not as important as it would be on the second to last day of the world, then why are you doing it?
would you consider time to be more valuable when there is a shortage? as if time was something materialistic like a fancy watch or a studded belt? or is time not valuable no matter the circumstances in which it is presented to us?
time is used as a reward and as a threat:
if you finish your homework, i'll let you have an extra hour on the computer.
if you don't finish your homework, you are going straight to bed.
on the last day of the world, humans are silent. no one is on Ebay, no one is at Wal Mart, no one is selling stocks. no one is yelling at their children. what humans do not know is what happens next. what humans cannot concieve of is the meaning of life, therefore it is meaningless. if life has a meaning, but cannot be conceived by us, than it does not exist. theorectically, there is no meaning of life on the last day of existance. nothing is discovered, nothing is learned, nothing is repeated.
you see, people are superior and inferior to eachother. some people are born and conditioned as superior, some people are born weak and inferior. there are leaders and followers. there is no true equality. but on the last day of the world, we are all equal. we are all equally confused, scared, hopeful, and meaningless. when everyone is in trouble, everyone is equal. everyone is equally in trouble. but when there is hope for survival, like there was on the second to last day of the earth, you are smarter than me, prettier than me, you write better poetry than me.
when death is near, nothing else seems to matter. you just want it to be a peaceful moment. you just want it to be a quiet, sunny day. car keys, phone bills and if your children have eaten, those are all fictional responsibilities from a long lost generation before you.
when destruction surpasses all life, when all theories are outweighed by reality, when everything goes wrong, time is no where to be found. everything stops to let you breathe, so generous the universe can be. in a world of the superior and the inferior, we are not equal. in a world of destruction and death, we are all inferior to fate. we are all less equal and less worthy.
and every remaining second eats away at those who are scared of dying:
"what is going to become of me? what is going to happen to me? am i more than this body? is anybody gonna miss me? where can i find a simple meaning? where can i find some life so close to death?" anyone who fears death does not understand it. people fear things that they do not understand (aliens, the universe, death, politics). the spiritual life that co-exists with this worried life are obviously having a better day. they know that soon they will be free, that life is merely practice for the extravagance of afterlife.
and every remaining second, minute, hour, decade.....it becomes unmeasurable due to lack of interest. the end of the world is not the end of time....it is just another landmark in it. the extinction of life #2 on planet earth, the big red mark on the universal timeline. on the last day of the world, what time it is does not concern one person. what's happening in Sudan does not concern one person. on the last day of the world, we rid ourselves of all our inhibitions, we drown out the advice, goodbyes, and cries of others. we set fire to all the documents that were once considered true. sometimes all it takes is a warning to be true to who you are. a final end to all life is a brave and bold move, and if we were more than pawns we would have a better outcome.
and we wait.
disaster is much like a mythbuster; everyone takes off the mask once the flames get too close to the plastic.
would you consider time to be more valuable when there is a shortage? as if time was something materialistic like a fancy watch or a studded belt? or is time not valuable no matter the circumstances in which it is presented to us?
time is used as a reward and as a threat:
if you finish your homework, i'll let you have an extra hour on the computer.
if you don't finish your homework, you are going straight to bed.
on the last day of the world, humans are silent. no one is on Ebay, no one is at Wal Mart, no one is selling stocks. no one is yelling at their children. what humans do not know is what happens next. what humans cannot concieve of is the meaning of life, therefore it is meaningless. if life has a meaning, but cannot be conceived by us, than it does not exist. theorectically, there is no meaning of life on the last day of existance. nothing is discovered, nothing is learned, nothing is repeated.
you see, people are superior and inferior to eachother. some people are born and conditioned as superior, some people are born weak and inferior. there are leaders and followers. there is no true equality. but on the last day of the world, we are all equal. we are all equally confused, scared, hopeful, and meaningless. when everyone is in trouble, everyone is equal. everyone is equally in trouble. but when there is hope for survival, like there was on the second to last day of the earth, you are smarter than me, prettier than me, you write better poetry than me.
when death is near, nothing else seems to matter. you just want it to be a peaceful moment. you just want it to be a quiet, sunny day. car keys, phone bills and if your children have eaten, those are all fictional responsibilities from a long lost generation before you.
when destruction surpasses all life, when all theories are outweighed by reality, when everything goes wrong, time is no where to be found. everything stops to let you breathe, so generous the universe can be. in a world of the superior and the inferior, we are not equal. in a world of destruction and death, we are all inferior to fate. we are all less equal and less worthy.
and every remaining second eats away at those who are scared of dying:
"what is going to become of me? what is going to happen to me? am i more than this body? is anybody gonna miss me? where can i find a simple meaning? where can i find some life so close to death?" anyone who fears death does not understand it. people fear things that they do not understand (aliens, the universe, death, politics). the spiritual life that co-exists with this worried life are obviously having a better day. they know that soon they will be free, that life is merely practice for the extravagance of afterlife.
and every remaining second, minute, hour, decade.....it becomes unmeasurable due to lack of interest. the end of the world is not the end of time....it is just another landmark in it. the extinction of life #2 on planet earth, the big red mark on the universal timeline. on the last day of the world, what time it is does not concern one person. what's happening in Sudan does not concern one person. on the last day of the world, we rid ourselves of all our inhibitions, we drown out the advice, goodbyes, and cries of others. we set fire to all the documents that were once considered true. sometimes all it takes is a warning to be true to who you are. a final end to all life is a brave and bold move, and if we were more than pawns we would have a better outcome.
and we wait.
disaster is much like a mythbuster; everyone takes off the mask once the flames get too close to the plastic.