Release
Some days, life just looks like me versus every stupid chick in the whole damn world.
It was malicious endangerment this time or reckless abandonment or criminal neglect. There are so many laws that the little boy couldn't keep them straight.It was third-degree harassment or second-degree disregard, first-degree disdain or second-degree nuisance, and it gets to us so that stupid kid was terrified to do anything except what everyone else did. Anything new or different or original was probably against the law
Anything Risky or exciting would land you in jail. There were so many laws and, for sure, about countless ways you could screw up.
People have been working for so many years to make this world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become. With the whole world property-lined and speed-limited and zoned and taxed and regulated, with everyone tested and registered and addressed and recorded. Nobody had left much room for adventure, except maybe the kind you could buy. On a roller coaster. At a movie. Still, it would always be that kind of faux excitement. You know the dinosaurs aren't going to eat the kids. The test audeinces have outvoted any chance of even a major faux disaster. And because there's no possibility of real disaster, real risk, we're left with no chance for real salvation. Real elation. Real excitement. Joy. Discovery. Invention. The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom. Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better. The only frontier you have left is the world of intangibles. Everything else is sewn up too tight. Caged inside too many laws. By intangibles i mean the internet, movies, music, stories, art, rumors, computer programs, anything that isn't real. Virtual realities. Make-believe stuff. The culture. The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they go on and on. IF you can change the way people think, the way they see themselves. The way they see the world. If you do that, you can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create. Besides, at some point. your memories, your stories and adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.