Always such great effort expended going somewhere. Trying to escape poverty. Tryng to become best known. Carrying under one’s arm what seems important as that time. But futile! Futile in the long term. That was important in the past now dross. Artifacts to keep you in your past. Thoughts come and go and images seem so important. But are they? The Japanese write out an elegant prayer on flash paper then burn it int he palm of their hands. The Jewish esoteric’s fashion symbols with their text in patterns and call it Kabbalah. The Romans followed the Egyptian tradition of pictographs incised in stone to attempt immortality. In dreams I wander old familiar landscapes and cut the capitals off bygone friends. All activity subordinated to the eventual desire and compulsion to reach the airport on time. Their in the greatest fear lies. To miss the plane and become a stranger in a strange land that their own land has magically become.
Yet it is all futile beyond the necessity of reasonable survival. Society is a competition between competing memo errs of the same species. It is an urban based thing devised to dissemble mankind of the powers of self-sufficiency. A stratagem to compact and in the most Utopian sense shave off the desire to explore and excel and deviate. The Utopians have given up with man as a species in all his forms and genders. They have moved onto the fallacy of their own technology as cobbled Prometheus. Satan as man as self-referential God. The few destroying the many to send their souls back into the box given to Pandora. But souls develop in many unforeseen ways and these permutations do not wish to cooperate. They demand their share of the same and more as directed by the estimation of their own sets of Enoch’s. This struggle of wills and arms emblazoned on the largest of stone effigies of stone prisoners arms tied and summarily dispatched to the pleasure of the indifferent setting sun. All great societies redefining themselves struggling with all their available resources to go to some strategic point at the appointed hour and sacrifice the best examples of their own societies to gain leverage over their opponent. Human sacrifice the playground for a meaningless demonstrations as a body of mankind dissembled into its last remaining parts for the sake of being at play. What sort of ultimate seriousness can one lend to such empty folly?
The rhythms of other species follow the need for repetitive cycles. The crab is a lover of enclosures. The shark obsesses in an endless journey. The whale a sine wave of effort in breaking the surface to breath and then to swim back down to unthinkable depths to sound them literally. Existence then becomes a series of habits that one or another types of life finds caught within. Something that is a safe and desirable tyranny that one claims is the work of others but in fact is something one has chosen for themselves. A repetition of cycles the task molding the exterior into all these inexplicable often bizarre shapes. Dualities so often expressed in bilateral symmetries where repetitive function configures form. The folly in believing some intelligent design expressed in elusive harmony. Some unobtainable fallacy as proven by this ever restless birth and death of ever changing forms. Existence translating to struggle and the attainment of all possibility signifying its final abrogation. The endless hallway a corridor of counterpoised mirrors suggesting ever larger leveraged on the past tense of diminished smaller’s. The frenzy to organize and build and destroy only to build again significant of the need to enjoy this chaos. To fashion the follies in fantasy of other lives to be lived for the purpose of prolonging this one with all its supposed flaws. While in fact it is the flaws that drive the creature’s desire’s for ever more of another version of a well-perfected same. That roadway to the empty road to the desert of emptiness of the heavens to fill it also with more of such crap. The real game in attempting to be God.
Throughout all this, Vishnu continues in his restless and unending sleep.