Commas and Sticks
The men are out gathering, the women are cooking. On the clearing a kid walks up to another, smugly carrying a stupid grin on his face. The other kid must wonder, 'What does this pertain?' The first then proudly brandishes a wooden stick. No words necessary, instant gratification on the knowing of immense superiority being achieved. He's the alpha kid now, and his pants will show it. But the other kid doesn't give up. Soon he'll search far and wide.. for bigger sticks, larger sticks, stickier sticks.. but most of all more sticks. 26 should be about enough.
A couple of millenia later we have massive corporations owning more than half of the planet's resources, and using them only on getting more. More and more for the sake of trying to have as many people as possible compliment them on the size of their pants. All the while governments stooping down like marionettes to catch just a glimpse of the goods behind for a good sucking. Cause everybody likes a good sucking.
It seems a mighty strange ideal, but it's the human standard. Men trying to have as many objects as possible, and women manipulating their way into being their most prized ones. But regardless of how it weirds me out sometimes I'm going somewhere with this.
You know how a couple of years back I mumbled something about this jerkface who completely assholed out on me after my car accident? The one that told me to 'get my ass in the sun all i get is wine,,,,,wine can't awaser a phone' because I wasn't in the position to answer my phone all day? The one too obsessed with their own grandeur and life experience to realise I might, might just be needing a little bit of understanding? The one who's last words to me were something akin to 'thanks for fanly ill send someone to get the codes'? Yes - thats exactly the one! But I'm sure your first questions are, what does wine have to do with a phone, and why does anyone but Jack Bauer scream about codes like a junkie who's completely alone in understanding their importance? Those things are left for the smarter philosophers this planet has to offer, but I do have a tiny glimpse of insight myself.
You see, this guy, who we've called The Comma because of his tendency to pin the comma button whenever exhaling during communication, is actually exactly like the boy with the stick. Sure, due to some string of random genetic or social positioning he's a tiny fish with not much sticks to show for it but he has the same base desires and life philosophies that drive him. And there's something I've learned about the Alpha Men on the planet from him. Basically, they're pathetic and pretty much the only pitiable creatures we can ever truly know. Unenlightened the people on this earth get so lost in this arbitrary conquest that the only results they can actually achieve focus on the misery they affect onto others. If that's not a call to know more, understand more, in order to prevent being so thoroughly flat and unsatisfied I don't know what is. It's true now more than ever. I can sort of see the appeal of brandishing shiny swords while leading your army into a giant spectacle, I can even comprehend the plus sides of sitting on one's jewelled throne while being fanned by a harem of religious children, but you have to say no throne should look like a shopping mall. And no crown should ever, under any circumstance, look like an expensive necktie. It just doesn't speak favorable of the abstracts behind it.
A couple of millenia later we have massive corporations owning more than half of the planet's resources, and using them only on getting more. More and more for the sake of trying to have as many people as possible compliment them on the size of their pants. All the while governments stooping down like marionettes to catch just a glimpse of the goods behind for a good sucking. Cause everybody likes a good sucking.
It seems a mighty strange ideal, but it's the human standard. Men trying to have as many objects as possible, and women manipulating their way into being their most prized ones. But regardless of how it weirds me out sometimes I'm going somewhere with this.
You know how a couple of years back I mumbled something about this jerkface who completely assholed out on me after my car accident? The one that told me to 'get my ass in the sun all i get is wine,,,,,wine can't awaser a phone' because I wasn't in the position to answer my phone all day? The one too obsessed with their own grandeur and life experience to realise I might, might just be needing a little bit of understanding? The one who's last words to me were something akin to 'thanks for fanly ill send someone to get the codes'? Yes - thats exactly the one! But I'm sure your first questions are, what does wine have to do with a phone, and why does anyone but Jack Bauer scream about codes like a junkie who's completely alone in understanding their importance? Those things are left for the smarter philosophers this planet has to offer, but I do have a tiny glimpse of insight myself.
You see, this guy, who we've called The Comma because of his tendency to pin the comma button whenever exhaling during communication, is actually exactly like the boy with the stick. Sure, due to some string of random genetic or social positioning he's a tiny fish with not much sticks to show for it but he has the same base desires and life philosophies that drive him. And there's something I've learned about the Alpha Men on the planet from him. Basically, they're pathetic and pretty much the only pitiable creatures we can ever truly know. Unenlightened the people on this earth get so lost in this arbitrary conquest that the only results they can actually achieve focus on the misery they affect onto others. If that's not a call to know more, understand more, in order to prevent being so thoroughly flat and unsatisfied I don't know what is. It's true now more than ever. I can sort of see the appeal of brandishing shiny swords while leading your army into a giant spectacle, I can even comprehend the plus sides of sitting on one's jewelled throne while being fanned by a harem of religious children, but you have to say no throne should look like a shopping mall. And no crown should ever, under any circumstance, look like an expensive necktie. It just doesn't speak favorable of the abstracts behind it.