J_Addison

The Humor in Drama
2001-11-29 23:21:05 (UTC)

The Children of Pity and Power

We all whine that we're going to "do something about it."

All of us lead stupid meaningless little lives, and none of
us want to admit it.

Even if you are rich.
Even if everyone loves you.
Even if you've never failed.

No matter who cares about you, what you've done, how smart
you are, or how full you've lived...

Nobody cares. No one at all.

Everyone sits on this tiny near-spherical shape in the
middle of nowhere, trying to convince ourselves and each
other that we're doing good things...
or that we're worth something...
or that we're going to a better place.

The fact is, if I wanted to believe that when we die, we're
all going to ride elephants and have races around the rings
of some distant planet, I'm no more absurd than a follower
of any major religon.

I don't know why we're here.
I don't know what's going to happen when I die.

Nobody else does either, so they need to step off the train
to neverland and fucking wake up.

Humans are slaves.
We are slaves to our instincts and our lifestyles.

We don't know why we think we need to survive, we just do.
Our natural fear of death keeps us going, usually
regardless of circumstance.

We live without reason as a result of our instinctual
longing for self-preservation. We don't know why, but we
sure as hell listen.

We hear laws and rules of society and hierarchy, the same
ones that our civilizations created. Even if we don't agree
to them, we usually follow them, because hell, everyone
else does too.

Besides...we need order to assure a higher rate of survival.

So basically I'm saying only law-breakers and suicidals are
the people that are free?

Nope.

Consider some suicidals who kill themselves to make a point
or to punish others. They're still holding on to the
convention that death actually matters, and that they're
making a difference.

Consider some murderers who felt that they were ridding the
world of evil or corruption. Consider someone like Manson,
who believed the upper class were blind animals. Consider
someone killing in the name of thier God. Consider any
government or organization that have put humans to death.
Were any of them heroes to society's "greater good"? Did
any of them change anything, or were they clinging to the
convention that what they did mattered, and that they were
doing someone a favor, or proving a point, or giving a
lesson by causing death?

I think that after countless acts of deprivation of life,
we really haven't learned anything. We're just little
marionettes of our own beliefs.

Slaves. Slaves to thier own fame and cries for pity.

Slaves to the belief that causing death was doing something.

We're all fucking clay dolls to power and recognition.
Especially when we choose death as a message.

So I suppose we're all slaves, no matter what convention we
follow.

And collectively, we never learn anything.




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