You enter a world of strangers and leave it to same. The ways that you become accustomed to become equally so towards the limelight of your existence. Some attempt to build monuments in the material sense of the physical world as the name that they were known by in this life becomes so instantaneously forgotten. The empires of the past must literally be daily swept about with both vacuum and broom. So what, if anything, can one count upon beyond this but their accumulated knowledge of a lifetime of unique experiences to them? Most of which almost no one will retain beyond a vague sympathetic fragmentary memory of things how they were so distinctly foreign from what they are in the half-life of an ever mercurial present tense. Past eras signal to those few listening that the larger existence of society could be swept away tomorrow. More dust to knock about the ages along with the senseless worries of everyday routines that have immediately become extinct. What does that leave one?
The current version of social tyranny demands everything from those that it states are members of it. The arrow that points down circumscribed upon its upward pointing reverse no longer equals the sum total. There is only the social structure of an ever increasing pyramid scheme that the exclusive membership of the perpetual few demand that the many must carry on their back. They demand that the larger ‘we’ recognize them as our one and only God. There is no prophet or avatar of superhero that will save one above and beyond one’s self. To many currently spiritually seduced by these times that spells out the seeds of chaos. It surrenders the inconvenience of free will that demands common sense and intuition to a mechanical sense of 24/7 obeisance to theoretical persons unseen. A society governed by robots at the mercy of a series of glitches both accidental and planned.
If one surrenders to fear and anger on command then they are nothing more than domesticated beasts ripe for the coming slaughter. Not some predicted Armageddon! But the daily meat grinder of overstated importance of the external that will invade the ego and rot whatever personality one has concocted for one’s self over many long difficult years from within. The struggle of life in its many forms defaults inevitably to a migratory existence on the sands of time. The spark that we bring with us can so easily be lost along the way. A tiny flame that one ever expects will serve as a torch but so often flickers in the unexpected torrent of hurricane winds. Count your blessings and discard your foolishness while you can. It’s going to be a rough ride from here on out. One could expect nothing less.