machinations
we've heard it all before - how we're all part of a system and subjugated under the control of nasties in the shadows. What are we to do?
the common man has to struggle to survive in a world with a diseased economic climate, corrupt politicians, dead superstars and far-away disasters too distant to tug the heartstrings, when 'we've got our own problems to deal with, haven't we?'
then we have our protecting government, producing their 'white papaers' and making targets so far removed from reality that they successfully keep the working man's head down. there's nothing else he can do. he can't fight the system that's so established in its own spiral that it's very difficult to see a way out. so he soldiers on in that English way - chin up, freedom's just around the next corner and everlasting peace...
so bow down to your targets and self-congratulation - you're so pleased to have met this month's targets that you've forgotten you're alive. so you smile that smile of 'here we go again' and lose yourself in the endless drive for promotion possibilities and another rung in the corporate ladder.
educators, medical practioners, lawyers and all the rest - white, blue and all the colours of the rainbow collared robotic, systematised drones, programmed to repeat all we've been taught as the gospel truth, as the 'status quo', as it has always been. don't question, because that's just not cricket - what's wrong with you, why don't you just do as everyone else does? ad infinitum, it'll be better some day, we'll come out of it ion the end. all of our interests are the same after all...
if only.
what are our interests? where should our efforts lead us? to a grave lined with plastic five-pound notes, monarchical IOUs not worth the matter they're printed on, or even the real 24 karat stuff, gleaming on into ever-after while our corpses rot and wait for that trumpet blast...
what will our targets have availed us by then? can't we get these things into perspective? all your sweat in your trivial pursuits won't diminish the sweat of that day. unless your efforts have had another intention behind. what we need to do is simply reflect. for what do we live? to what end is our existence?
as we ponder our efforts may be turned to good, and be of use. we can survive and make the changes needed to exist in this temporal dimension. until the meeting dear friends and readers.
live and don't get too distracted
the common man has to struggle to survive in a world with a diseased economic climate, corrupt politicians, dead superstars and far-away disasters too distant to tug the heartstrings, when 'we've got our own problems to deal with, haven't we?'
then we have our protecting government, producing their 'white papaers' and making targets so far removed from reality that they successfully keep the working man's head down. there's nothing else he can do. he can't fight the system that's so established in its own spiral that it's very difficult to see a way out. so he soldiers on in that English way - chin up, freedom's just around the next corner and everlasting peace...
so bow down to your targets and self-congratulation - you're so pleased to have met this month's targets that you've forgotten you're alive. so you smile that smile of 'here we go again' and lose yourself in the endless drive for promotion possibilities and another rung in the corporate ladder.
educators, medical practioners, lawyers and all the rest - white, blue and all the colours of the rainbow collared robotic, systematised drones, programmed to repeat all we've been taught as the gospel truth, as the 'status quo', as it has always been. don't question, because that's just not cricket - what's wrong with you, why don't you just do as everyone else does? ad infinitum, it'll be better some day, we'll come out of it ion the end. all of our interests are the same after all...
if only.
what are our interests? where should our efforts lead us? to a grave lined with plastic five-pound notes, monarchical IOUs not worth the matter they're printed on, or even the real 24 karat stuff, gleaming on into ever-after while our corpses rot and wait for that trumpet blast...
what will our targets have availed us by then? can't we get these things into perspective? all your sweat in your trivial pursuits won't diminish the sweat of that day. unless your efforts have had another intention behind. what we need to do is simply reflect. for what do we live? to what end is our existence?
as we ponder our efforts may be turned to good, and be of use. we can survive and make the changes needed to exist in this temporal dimension. until the meeting dear friends and readers.
live and don't get too distracted
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