Once buckled in shimmering silver
Now in the merky deep.
I was the only false believer
Who prefered screaming to sleep.
At long last I got a blast
By acting like an ass,
But mules and amphibians don’t mix
And I can’t keep this up forever.
Oh sky and oh glory
I cannot touch you anymore.
My hands have been severed
And I feel nothing but let down
And the fact that my sanity even failed me,
Thus nothing matters and I do not care about anything.
And if you ever reach that certian point of “learning” in which you begin to understand what we really are, behind the delusion and the bias… Then what is “life”?
…When I think about it…I think that only being alive matters, but then I think that I am wrong, because of the way the world works. The world doesn’t want to exist peacefully, and it dies and decays if it is left in silance. “Life” didn’t reveal the secrets that I would have liked it to…
Do you realize why art, socialization, sex, food, smells, the media, etc, do you realize why these things “are” “good”?
They remind us of concepts… A few ancient concepts… It’s far too simple to imagine, and incredibly hidden benieth the complexity that it took for us to survive in this modern age.