Last week has been very intense for anyone who follows real news. The muslim world afire, China blinded in its bloodlust for Japan, NATO flying like vultures above Persia, the Epic of Fiat reaching heights unforeseen a year ago. Through all this the mechanicalness of the mob shines its sickly light. An exorcism is needed. Just finished writing this, aimed for those among my friends who have ears to listen.
What do you think?
Spirit of the times
This is the quickening, the singularity,
these are the daydreams of futurology.
No one knew - rather than technological
it's the experiential that's exponential.
Billions of beings, experiencing and expressing,
trusting the matrix in which they're stuck,
yell so loud they can't hear a thing,
and thus confused run amok.
Worldviews, timelines and narratives,
weighed down by millenia,
crawl out the psyches of collectives,
battle in an abstract arena.
Unwitting hooligans in the world stage,
tricked into conflict by necrophages,
digging their own graves,
washed away by the cosmic wave.
Make no mistake, brothers,
this is war between good and evil,
a biblical struggle that spares no quarter,
whose arms and spoils are your wills.
Take back what's yours, make the gesture,
be wise to the rules of the game,
rise above the strife of this plane,
center yourself in your true nature.
While tides of suffering wash ashore,
hold firmly to your precepts,
be a pawn of fortune no more,
now a Cause rather than the effect.
