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43 days without the Sun. I thought I would go mad. Some did. Every day the same with globs of grey hued Clouds tinged with a rustic brown suffocating the Sky. What is going on here? Have we completely lost our minds? As Fear broke out, the Quellers were quick to rush in with Explanations of Exoneration for our ways. And since there’s nothing more abhorrent in the Green Zones than the Thought of Change, they did what they always do: disconnected a little bit more.
No one resists the Cup of No Tomorrow. The unbearable reality of what we’ve done oppresses the Sober Mind into torment. But rather than work our way through it, we drink once more of the Mindlessness of Madness. It tells us all is OK. See only the Now, with no thought further. How comforting it is: the soothing thought of never having to pay. Some have made whole Cults out of it. They Banned me when I said we must pay for our sins to survive. With Righteous Fury I was informed we must NOT pay for our sins to survive.
But will we be OK with The Now of tomorrow?
"And in the the end
The love you take
Is equal to
The love you fake."
- From the New World Order albumWho sings on a dying planet? Our art has become artless. This is what happens when Faith is lost. Oh sure, I hear a lot crap about proclaiming faith and posing as a True Believer, but the words ring hollow. If you can't sing with Soul, sing as if you have soul - and we'll pretend it's the same. Wishful thinking has replaced hope and fear has made a desert of our dreams. Guilt kills all rythm.
"If you can't have a Life, at least you can have a lifestyle." A friend of mine said this to me recently. So we sing about the Goodies we got, how High we're living and all the so-called Power we can glory in. What a crock. Hard Beats from Hard Hearts. What happened to our belief in a Better Way? "Everything we Love will never die." Was I the only one to Believe that? I don't care I'm mocked as a Naive Idealist. Let them sing of their profits, but as for me, I prefer this lyric:
"Find your way back! Find your way back to the heart!"
Evil is the new Norm. No longer hiding in the shadows, fearfully testing the waters of Insanity, it’s gaining confidence Daily, boldly proclaiming its dictums as fact. As spokesmen for evil see the lack of a General Challenge, the envelope is constantly being pushed to new Extremes. Their Ultimate Goal is to have everyone saying black is white and white is black. When that happens, they know they’ll finally be safe to say Evil is Good.
Evil has crept in like a thief in the Night. In every Debate it has a chair. One man says Rape the environment, another says Preserve it. Each is described as “well meaning” and “thoughtful”. Am I the only one who notices the Smirk on the evil guy’s face when that is said about him? He’s laughing so hard on the Inside he can’t hide it! Yet he shows us how twisted we’ve become when Twisted Words are considered valid.
It’s like we’ve been on a giant, slowly leaking Ship. A ship we claim to be Perfect. At first, only Total Buoyancy was acceptable. Then after the Leak is discovered, buoyancy with pumps running 24 hours a day is normal. Then the Sinking started. Sure, we’re getting lower all the time, but each low becomes the new Norm. Now, faced with the crushing thought of Imminent Doom, insanity gains converts with its siren song of, “All is good! We can never sink!”
What’s so wrong with admitting our Boat is defective and fixing it??
"All I wanna do when I wake up in the morning is see your eyes.
"Rosanna! Rosanna!
"I never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me.
"Rosanna!"Living is a good thing. It’s what I should do. It’s all I should do. Let the sins of others be on their heads and the sins of me be on mine. It’s a Living Thing I need to create. And when it’s alive, all the world’s a dream. The feeling is Endless. This is where the future lies.
Then comes Ugly Reality to ruin it for everyone.
There are people who devote their entire lives around this happening. These are the Dead People. They are ones talking of the Necessity of war and politics and other dead things. I’ve come to realize it’s all just a Ploy to drag others down into their own hole. They talk big and speak of Noble Causes and Urgent Matters but in the end it’s all about them, running away from life. “Be as I am.”
That’d be OK if you were actually living.
In the Final Analysis, we’re all in prison. I agree with the Soul who said, “Either we learn to live together or we die together.” So what is Safe? There are those who burrow deep into the Green Zones, amass huge profits and Disconnect from reality. In this way they seek to Insulate themselves from the pain of the world – and considerable pain there is. But those people become Prisoners of the Mind.
When we first started this outpost we had such High Ideals. We were going to do things a New Way, a Better Way, a Way for the Ages. Our music rang out with the joy of the Universe. We had such belief in ourselves! It’s hard to believe we are the same people. How did we descend into War and Starvation and Injustice so easily? Are we just kidding ourselves thinking we still hold that same goodness?
Many are proud of the things they have. But the truth is, we don’t have Things, they have Us. That is what Possessed means.
We actually have a day Dedicated to our planet. In the Green Zone today, we all had to wear green armbands. This is how we show support of our planet (no kidding!). Eh, it’s easier than caring. It’s called Alpha Centauri Day and we celebrate what great Stewards of the World we are. We even picked up some litter so we can feel free to trash the place the rest of the year. Great Speeches were made on the Importance of our Environment and how we need stop destroying it. It would have been great had they actually meant it.
People think I'm all about Changing the System and Revolution and shit. Well, I'm not. That's waaay too much thinking for me. What I'm all for is admitting the Truth. It's just that the repercussions of that are Revolution. That’s how Far Off this floating orb is.
At the end of our Forced Reverence, we all held hands and praised ourselves in Empty Gestures meant show our true love of Nature.
This we do as we rape It.
I think I wandered off into another Time today…
It’s true I spend a lot of time in the Green Zones toiling mercilessly for Profits to survive. But that’s all it is to me. I am not a True Believer or Defender of the Faith. I hate those fanatics. I come back here to the Outlands where Faith in the System is not expected. For some reason I particularly wanted to be as far away as possible from the Green Zone pressures. It was like a knot in my head I needed to get rid of. But apparently I went so far as to snap my mental tether cord.
It was the End of the Day and the sun was dying on an unusually Haze free day. I passed through a junkyard of metal and rust, things of Discarded Use. That’s when I first started noticing The Feeling. There was a Stillness as I gazed upon these Dead Objects, never to know life again. My mind started looking at them as the Universe would, questioning Our Judgment. I Feared the answer.
Onward I tread into a Burned Out terrain where Machines had once come and taken what they will. And left the Land to an oily death. I had never felt so Isolated as I did crossing that soil, this place of Rejection. If asked, I would have sworn I was the Only Person on the planet. All the Lies and Propaganda and False Hopes fell away in Sobering Realization. Nature knew what we were doing. And as much as we hate to admit it, Nature has the Ultimate Say.
So a Dying Man sat in the Dying Sun on a Dying World. I was timeless at that point, with no Past or Future. It was never meant to be like this, turning Paradise into Purgatory. I wanted to stay in that spot forever, never to return to the Madness. In that Moment – when I knew not the time or day or year – I felt the Ancients trying to whisper an Answer into my ear.
But how can a man listen to his Dreams when he’s a slave to profits?
