don't be so humane
The less I walk straight the more I think straight.
My burning stomach distracts the pain away from my head.
I'm not an alcoholic I just use alcohol to cope with my consciousness and then ease me into unconsciousness, I just wonder if one day I won't wake up again.
The only reason that we cling to our lives is because we wouldn't exist if that was not a common mindset. This mindset allowed our ancestor's survival, yet in these times survival is quite pointless.
The human race is no longer dictated by survival of the fittest, so I wonder if technology is the reason for the survival of so many human errors. I wonder if my life is an error, despite artistic successes I may pride myself in. I wonder if art itself is an perpetuation of our mental deformities and those who are in fact great artists are just the most disturbed or most obsessed with this perpetuation.
Perhaps the reason we cling to life the way that we do derives from the human deformity that results in our obsessive nature. If one takes into account that humanity cannot consider itself without bias of the human mind, one can begin to consider if the human mind is the flaw of humanity. Art may be good for the brain, but what is the brain good for? Technology will not fix humanity. In the end it is only animals with primitive desires of sex and survival that operate such technical devices. This obsessiveness that has been perpetuated for so long does not lead to an end, it only perpetuates for the sake of perpetuation, survives for the sake of survival and exists for the sake of existence.
I am drunk right now so hopefully I am a step closer to the instinctual nature that humans have long forgotten. Art does not matter to life but life is defined by our obsession with it, at least mine is. This rant does not lead anywhere because if it actually came to a meaningful conclusion it would not be very human at all. You can explain everything else in the world but you cannot logically explain your own desires, they are much to instinctual.
My burning stomach distracts the pain away from my head.
I'm not an alcoholic I just use alcohol to cope with my consciousness and then ease me into unconsciousness, I just wonder if one day I won't wake up again.
The only reason that we cling to our lives is because we wouldn't exist if that was not a common mindset. This mindset allowed our ancestor's survival, yet in these times survival is quite pointless.
The human race is no longer dictated by survival of the fittest, so I wonder if technology is the reason for the survival of so many human errors. I wonder if my life is an error, despite artistic successes I may pride myself in. I wonder if art itself is an perpetuation of our mental deformities and those who are in fact great artists are just the most disturbed or most obsessed with this perpetuation.
Perhaps the reason we cling to life the way that we do derives from the human deformity that results in our obsessive nature. If one takes into account that humanity cannot consider itself without bias of the human mind, one can begin to consider if the human mind is the flaw of humanity. Art may be good for the brain, but what is the brain good for? Technology will not fix humanity. In the end it is only animals with primitive desires of sex and survival that operate such technical devices. This obsessiveness that has been perpetuated for so long does not lead to an end, it only perpetuates for the sake of perpetuation, survives for the sake of survival and exists for the sake of existence.
I am drunk right now so hopefully I am a step closer to the instinctual nature that humans have long forgotten. Art does not matter to life but life is defined by our obsession with it, at least mine is. This rant does not lead anywhere because if it actually came to a meaningful conclusion it would not be very human at all. You can explain everything else in the world but you cannot logically explain your own desires, they are much to instinctual.