Reprimanding Society

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It's perhaps the most difficult thing to do. Writing, or creating through speech, is only one way of expressing oneself. Yet it seems alien to me how something so simple can be so complex in its reasoning. As in the thought behind trying to be descriptive in a manic or depressed state. Only when one wants to be understood does it matter though. I guess that's where depression ends, but mania begins. The question is: Can I through confusion lay a case, that is necessary to me, forward to society? Yet my influence ends at my futile imaginings. Society will never be informed by myself. So why pose that question? Maybe since I am a part of society I guess that's where I can start. Asking myself questions that as a citizen of a democratic nation needs to ask themselves in my meager opinion.

  1. What is poverty?
  2. Where does poverty end? As in, what is poverty really?
  3. What is democracy?
  4. Where does democracy end? As in, what is democracy really?
  5. Isolation nation. What is the need for opinion?

There are numerous accounts of a society left stranded by the outside world. Where civil war strides through the landscape with a bitter taste, the UN sits idly by and ignores the plight of those who's stuck in this nightmare. Yet few will acknowledge that not only civil war is an evil. Or at least from their own account amongst their busy daily lives in a rat race. The realization that inequality runs rife all over the world. Exploitation is at an all time high. Even in the greatest nations on this planet there is someone like the slave of a supposed bygone era. How can we ignore their plea? We first have to define what it is, real and current, and only then can we perhaps find the solution to these problems. Even though the UN for example and governments are there to assist in the fight against corruption it is merely these people in their regard that ignore it for what it truly is. Themselves.

So where to begin? Oh yes, reality. A vast monster of a being, endlessly engulfing time. Our time and our lives consumed by that which gives us life. Oh what a shame it would be if God has allowed this.

We have to assume that there is such a thing as a society. A world where we all live and begin our roads through endless dogma and impossible odds to overcome failure. It is defined by us, and it doesn't care about us.

Space is another matter. Such a great aspect of man is the traversal of that which holds us back. Conquering nature to be human once more. The great animal. The one who knows all. Or is about to. Yet we fail.

Even through something as simple as life, we ignore to make mention of that which is real. Our lives. Yet the media constantly bombards us with the stories of the lives of others. Surely it's interesting. But we all live and die our own lives. No one dies for us. And no one lives for us. Sacrifice has come at a price. Identity. The loss of our own selves knowingly. We seek our selves now desperately. We set standards upon life which seems superficial from a distance. What is actually so important?

But first! Let's expand upon the view of our lives. Would you like beef, fish or chicken? Sir. Madam.

Ice cream, child?

We exploit all things imaginable but only see perfection. The filth is nowhere close to us. The bitter taste of civil war is engulfing us all yet we try as hard as we might to overthrow it. Everything is just fucked up. But do we actually care of making the correlation between our lives and that which is not us? No. We only stand around making a mockery of this great monster called reality consuming time, whilst profiteering and ignoring all around us. And when our lives are struck with tragedy we wonder what has happened. And so we employ others to tell us what happened. And they know the answers, so we know the answers also. We're human after all. And we live like humans. But, no, we want to be gods. Or even better than gods. We stand around ignoring the absurdity of it all. We don't start swearing at our neighbors for taking up our space.

There are some things which we have to know by now. We all live our own life. And we do not think it's important to live someone else's life for them.

To be clear. We do not need to know that which they teach us, and we do not need to do that which they want us to.






















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