living proof

the process is creation, living, destruction, then try again. this life is test of our innate survivability and the ability to comprehend what is worth surviving for, and for starters, its not modern technology. the lure of the lifeless, the slave robotic toys used as an interface to life, are just extended basements in the parents house, a cave to hide in and safely observe the slaughter outside. because that's what it is, a slaughter of the innocents and the wicked alike, both falling prey to their own improbable tendencies that choose death over life and suffer the cancers of the body and soul long before their time. the slow decimation of the intellect to the vital emotions, the idyllic regions of the mind to the plunder of the predatory desires, and then the fight to the death for the alpha role in the tribe. there are aspects of the divine mixed with the smell of entrails and claw and blood. in the mix the soul is trapped in a intellectual fervor for survival and even when the wolf is far from the door, there are millions of imaginary fears to keep it going. until now, as the most fearsome and abusive powerful society on earth evolves,  the fear based pattern that has put the most predatory in power, has unleashed a host of new mental diseases all based on the wolf at the door primal source code, and the lack of truth in the lives of the mechanized and plasticized and homogenized and tranquilized society of not-men becomes victims of their own commercialism consumeristic based economy, which is the crowning joy of our founding fathers, that the merchants become the masters and the consumers the slaves, the simple henry ford model was the key, a man works 12 hours a day six days a week and he can afford to buy the product he produces. this simple energy in energy out model balanced the unforgivable karmas of the masters but greed cannot be kept in check nor can the ultimate resolution. for the stealing is first from those that toil unending under the boots of the owners, but then the rich themselves engage in Machiavellian sport with each other to entice through the mechanisms of power fever and gold lust the destruction of each other. ultimately there can be only one power one monism that cannot be toppled and that can stand the eternal corruption from within through constant expansion. each cycle through the political merry go round, reduces the number of players and the real source of power behind the thrones. slowly all are becoming the unhidden puppets of the few masters all trying to pull the strings of the players to the tunes and stories of their own devising, and the strings entangled and confused causing strife behind the tiny stages, where more room must be made for the fattest puppeteers. even as the poorest are crushed into bloodmeal for cattle feed, so too are the richest tying themselves onto the abattoir of pain and destruction, and everyone in between is running in the cages as fast as they can to escape the truth that they have no life, no sense of self no perfection of being, but the 10000 channels of mental disorder and programming, the addiction to pain killers and stimulants, the surrendering of the offspring to the machine continues and none know why they are certain that every day they die and die again, over and over and over.