Without words, without writing, and without books there would be no history, there would be no concept of humanity -Herman Hesse
Life isn’t what it seems.
We revel in the freedom of desperation.
We oscillate between the misconceptions of misery.
We seek out the elegance in tragedy.
Pain focalizes the mind and body on the immediate, shining light on the ebbs and flows of public opinion.
Only when you illuminate the contradictions of life can you begin to rectify them.
Corporations. Without consent constructing the social scaffolding of culture. Seamlessly becoming interwoven into the wool of the faceless sheep.
The Sheep. So desperate to resist the pre-established construct that they become deaf to the unoriginal sound of the anti establishment sentiment pouring out of their ears
Technology… The tireless engine of power fueling the Icarian effort of the herd. Futilely attempting to fill the endless void of validation and purpose deriven from the screams of the established.
MANY OF MANKIND’S ISSUES
derive from the inability of someone to sit contentedly in a room alone with their thoughts.
LIFE IS SIMPLE.
Complication stems from the delusional self-assuring lies we tell ourselves, fabricating happiness.
one day I will be as happy as everyone portrays themselves to be.
Happiness is a social construct; the meaning of life is finding the meaning in life.