What is the difference between a falsehood and a fable? And what is the difference between a hero and a fallible human being. Perhaps simply what people. tend to believe as opposed to what they deduce is reasonable Both poles seem to inspire doubt and its educated cousin, debate. And the ultimate promise that underlies the fundamental reason for organization of humanity on a global scale is to erase the illusion of that doubt. Yet as age come of continued existence eventually descends on one, there is no engine on earth that can differentiate one from another. Human beings as such are never safe from the accumulation of the burden of their own misgivings of the effect of the paths that they have ultimately chosen. Even the long honed sharp edge of mind over matter which is presented as irrefutable evidence of an inherent mastery of man over his universe provides no guarantee. The inevitability of the gradual loss of the potency of mind and body removing it far from the initial days of youth a lesson hard leaned every morning.
The mainstream of modern society exists upon a steady diet of illusions about itself. Mental statements repeated like a mantra only in words but in the physical expression of collections of artifacts and the choice of wardrobe and even by the eclectic taboo’s that are associated with the rituals of food. The illusion proffered by the strict interpretation of these constant actions that their observance will somehow translate lead to gold. It seems to ignore the fact of the trail of experiences that define one’s mental and physical architecture as to what cut of cloth we are in fact really made. Perhaps it seems impossible at some point in time to lean back in any other easy chair but our own? Even though by the standards of the day it can never measure up to the one that we could have had if our actions would have been a little more disciplined or in keeping with conventional logic? But how could the individual definition of a life not be based upon a simple conclusion ultimately defined by the amalgam of so many seemingly uncountable personal judgement calls and regrettable decisions which congeal into ironclad habit? One attempts to unceasingly defeat the mold devised for them by their forefathers and attempts to redefine themselves by their own ultimately foolish efforts to deny the facts of same. In this sense, we are our own brand.
The madness of everyday modern existence comes when one refuses to believe that there is a dichotomy between one’s own experience and the collective paths followed as evidenced by the actions of others. To decipher that the major engine that pretends to bind humanity together as a whole is the insubstantial glue of manufactured illusion. The perception and possible contemplation of the magnitude of this fact unthinkable to all as it might destroy the false fundamental conclusion of eternal life bounded exclusively within the expression of a present tense. This is the ultimate price of sanity. To realize that at the end of the day one is truly unique in their definition and therefore eternally alone and ultimately finite.