The new lost generation. This is only a term that can describe the changing face of human kind. We are the new lost generation. There is no war for us to fight; no cause worthy of our lives. Shelled out of human expieriance by hollywood and tabloid magazines. Wealth is the new measure of a human life. Power an illusion of the productive wealth; eternity a non-existant enigma. In fact sometimes I feel the best thing for us to do is to blast our livers every weekend; dancing the night away to top forty radio, take another shot; hit a bong; as long as the feeling we have is disillusionment.
A thousand years ago, a hunter in the forest. Pursuing his meal the hunter would water at the mouth, tasting his next catch; the sacrifice the earth has made for him. The beauty of the kill. In fact it would nourish the human body for days, sweat dripping from his pores he would think. The animal I have killed as my prey, its value being the prey, its weight is my skill; patience is my virtue; discovery is my liberation. I have killed a piece of the earth, thus I have taken a part of myself; because I am the earth itself. Therefore this living thing has perished to nourish my body, to feed my cells, so I may live another day.
Modern, we walk our fat asses into mcdonalds. We pick the slab of meat off a menu. Already cooked already dead; we do not have to view its sacrifice; do not have to even comprehend it as a life; do not have to think; do not have to rationalize its existance to nourish ourselves; pick it off a menu and eat. It is there for our taking. The only distance between the meat and ourselves is the dollar value placed upon the flesh. There is no act in between, watching the prey fight for its existance. To know it had a purpose other than a slab of meat on a bun, because it had a will to live; a uncomprehensible will to exist as an entity. Perhaps this is the saddest of all. To view a will beyond our own, and take that will to nourish ourselves, perhaps this is sacrifice.
The money; is the only thing worth the human's skill. The only thing the human will work for; will work towards; will be the humans will; until the human perishes upon the earth. The money, which causes the human to kill; causes the human to suffer; causes the human to comprehend existance itself; the money is the new weight of expieriance. The money will cause the human to work in a cubicle; in front of a dimly lit screen; entering numbers. The money, the new value of suffering itself.
Modern times cause us not to live, but to exist. Exist as slaves. Pursuing a dream. A dream we have not shaped for ourselves, a dream that is not our paradise. Somewhere along the way humanity has lost its way; lost its form. Perhaps it is the human mind, that is the most complex thing known in the universe as we humans, know it.
Society is the disadvancment of the human race. It is Society, it is nations that cause wars; not humans. It is a collective belief that we are different from each other, despite the fact that we are all mortal forms, made from one single glimour of light. It is the misunderstood belief in god, in books written; in children brought up to believe that there is one and only creator. The truth is there is one and only creator, but it is something so un-understandable to the feeble human mind which it has created. It is a twisted form of the fact that as all living things, from a tree, to a blade of grass all share a genetic code. The genetic code is the code of life itself. We are all living beings, therfore we are of one spirit, and one essence; and of one true nature to ourselves. And that in all possibility souls only exist upon the plane of the earth to expierience the suffering that only mortal life can bring. Because everything being so similar except so unique at the same time, must have its own soul. This soul part of a collective spirit, this spirit part of the physical existance. And in fact, on a different plane, we may only all be blades of grass on lawn; existing; growing together; completely aware and oblivious to the fact that our existance is so much more than existance itself. It is a rational conclusion of nature; an albeit, a scary conclusion; that an apple only lives for the seeds within its core. Only exists for its seed, only takes shape and form to bear the seed within itself, to become rotten. Rotten to feed the seed; so the seed may grow into a tree, so the tree can grow to form the apple so the apple may grow to.... you can get my point.
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