- Absurdity -
‘A firefly blue-whitely flashes at regular interval. Around me the dark countryside is a huge lack of sound that almost smells pleasant. The peace of this is painful and oppressive. An amorphous tedium smothers me.’
Nothing to be done. So there you are again. I thought you were gone for ever. Get up till I embrace you.
Not now, not now not now, not now, not now, not now, not now not now not now not nownot not nownow.
Now it's too late
Nothing to be done, nothing to show. Suppose we repented our being born?
Silence - just a second of silence - A second of absence - The absence of the thought in its unstoppable flow going through the motions of my brain - Constantly - Stop
Let's go.
We can’t.
Why not?
Why don't we hang ourselves?
As if some absolute insanity had overcome us
As if it were acceptable to spit on you, on me.
As if I was going to let you do so.
As if our madness couldn’t go any further
As if we needed to build this madness to exist
As if our existence was only defined by the level of craziness to which we could get
As if meaning had disappeared to give way to emptiness
As if we, who have all this knowledge just turned a blind eye to it
As if we were in a fast car, driving straight at a wall and not doing anything to prevent the crash
As if crashing was what we want, really
As if crashing is the only option
As if we want to crash
As if we need to crash
As if crashing is all we’ve ever really wanted
As if the billions of years it took us to evolve to what we are was to get to this big Crash
The BIG-CRASH
Big Bang - Big Crash
Bang-Crash
Bang-Life-Crash
As if our belief in gods is so strong that we are willing to bet everything on that Crash
As if we’re confident enough to gamble with life
As if we had another space and time to do things differently
He sat, crying in the corner of his heart. Slowly, slowly melting into the emptiness of the space between living and non-being. He had stopped living yet still alive - lost in that space that hangs from the heart. Hangs from the space between the atoms. Curved. Timeless. Spaceless.
Silence - just a second of silence - A second of absence - The absence of the thought in its unstoppable flow going through the motions of my brain - Constantly - Stop
Oscillating in the heat battering the summit of his head, he makes a choice.
Insanity above all, madness everywhere. The blood rushing to his brain, he stands
He’s no longer in control, he has abandoned control to give in to instinct.
He decides he will
go through with this, make you suffer
I raise my glass.
I raise my glass to all those who
No longer knowing what to do
still manage to get up
those who are doomed but
still stand and share
whatever little they have.
I raise my glass to you
You who can, in the middle of this,
In the midst of nothingness
glancing up at the sky, you see
That little bit of hope that bit of life.
That bit that’s gotten out of my sight.
If you struggle with who you are and why you are
here
If you travel through life wandering soulless
what is the point of it all
Then I raise my glass to you
I raise my glass to humankind
Kindhuman
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
Sometime, sometime, sometime
Some time, some time, some time.
“Whether we believe or not in them, we are slaves to the gods”