enough already.
enough. I am tired of this.
one fights for a better way.
one says this can't be good enough.
one says we can be so much more.
so through comparison we see that we do not like who we are and find what we hope to become. we create our battle, fighting the enemy to reclaim what we believe to be rightfully ours.
and in the end, when we look at our hands, they will be covered with blood. our heart will be smashed, and all hope will have been given up. (wich is only akward in comparison to the ugly hope that drove us to fight in the first place)
through comparison we see what we think will be better.
out of what is we fight for what we think should be.
yet on his death bed Ghandii looked around and admitted that he had failed. That it had not turned out as he thought it should. That it would be better to be slaves if it meant that his people stood together as before.
in contrast....
in comparison....
we cannot fight in this light. we cannot fight against.
we cannot stand in comparison, for our definition will always be dependent on that comparison. we unknowingly root ourselves in our enemy. We become that monster that we stare into.
we must unlearn what the greatest minds of our recent history have taught us. we must put down our papers, fire our journilists, let go of our humanity as we know it. throw away our language and silence our math. We must stop looking to symbols for salvation.
we must stop trying to get dirty to re-connect and get our head out of the clouds for our hope.
everything must stop being a symbol for something else.
me becoming dirty does not make me an animal again.
me being an animal makes me dirty!
one fights for a better way.
one says this can't be good enough.
one says we can be so much more.
so through comparison we see that we do not like who we are and find what we hope to become. we create our battle, fighting the enemy to reclaim what we believe to be rightfully ours.
and in the end, when we look at our hands, they will be covered with blood. our heart will be smashed, and all hope will have been given up. (wich is only akward in comparison to the ugly hope that drove us to fight in the first place)
through comparison we see what we think will be better.
out of what is we fight for what we think should be.
yet on his death bed Ghandii looked around and admitted that he had failed. That it had not turned out as he thought it should. That it would be better to be slaves if it meant that his people stood together as before.
in contrast....
in comparison....
we cannot fight in this light. we cannot fight against.
we cannot stand in comparison, for our definition will always be dependent on that comparison. we unknowingly root ourselves in our enemy. We become that monster that we stare into.
we must unlearn what the greatest minds of our recent history have taught us. we must put down our papers, fire our journilists, let go of our humanity as we know it. throw away our language and silence our math. We must stop looking to symbols for salvation.
we must stop trying to get dirty to re-connect and get our head out of the clouds for our hope.
everything must stop being a symbol for something else.
me becoming dirty does not make me an animal again.
me being an animal makes me dirty!