NOTE: MY blog = MY opinions.
You do not have to agree with said opinions.
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My theories of Existence are incomplete and mangled. New opinions are floating in this mass of gray matter which we call our mind. My imagination is caged; freeing itself in short bursts which society refers to as hallucinations. What if the pen I'm writing with is a mere hallucination? When I go back to read this, it will be a memorized hallucination. If we play with this theory, what if my existence is a hallucination? Existence isn't so justified if you're an imaginary friend to some lonely being. I suppose it ties in with the theory as the dream state. If we are sleeping, dreaming a lifetime of existence. Perhaps I am comatose, and none of this is real. Perhaps reality is a lot more amazing than we thought.
Has this always been so? Where does the true power lie? Are we to believe blindly in religion, and a story of an almighty existence? We create. How do we differ from God? We create, we control, we determine the existence of ourselves and other beings. We are Human. We are the almighty existence, a perfect collision of atoms, molecules and emotion in one.
I believe highly in Anarchy. I believe we are no greater than we perceive ourselves to be. Anarchy is merely human nature. Survival of the fittest. Society today has a different view : survival of the elitist. Who has the power? Presidents, senate, military and celebrities. Money fuels power. If we take away money, power is reduced to ashes. End result? Anarchy, AKA, human nature.
I'm a very self-reliant person. I fear the future, I fear love, and I fear loneliness. I enjoy being alone, but I'm on the neverending search to find someone to spend the rest of my so called existence with. I am a pile of contradictions. I don't fear Life, I fear existence. I play by my own rules, and my beliefs and theories bring me to a higher existence.
Our small minded society finds comfort in the most ridiculous acts. Dropping an atomic bomb on hundreds of thousands of innocent Japanese people brought America comfort years ago. What brings elitist George Bush comfort today? His quest for a man with his own opinions and beliefs. A man supposedly the brains behind the 9/11 attacks. I'm not saying what Bin Laden did was right; his acts were very wrong. But when a voice is crushed by a self-involved superior foreign government of a foreign country, we act out of pure insanity. Why wasn't this a wake up call? This isn't an invitation to war, this is the rest of the world bearing their opinions to America. I refuse to fall into this ridiculous American belief/values system. The United States of America? The United States of Conformity. And this is my United State of Reality. This is not directed at the children and youth of America. This is pure venom, spit into the face of our government. I want to infect the country with my disease of knowledge. With free will, equality, acceptance. But anyone other than Bush with an opinion, will be hunted and shot down as a terrorist.
Keep your coins. I want change.
I want a fresh start. Another shot at the human race. Eliminate technology, electricity, vehicles. Give us the bare essentials. Burn all of your money. We're all so self-absorbed with social status. I've been an outcast since elementary school, and now I have friends. What shock! I have friends equally or more opinionated than myself. And the "popular kids" from elementary school? Still self-absorbed, fake conformists. In the event of disaster, people such as they would dissolve into the cracks of society, and the truly strong would rise.
We're evolving. Evolution is inevitable, disaster is preventable. We're slowly losing our most admirable human emotions. Empathy, compassion, guilt. These are all being replaced with greed, tainted with the subtle hint of fear. We are in the process of breeding a new generation of monsters. The Cyber Generation. Internet terrors, children of megabytes. Society's army of robotic, alienated beings, created for the mere purpose of existence. Keep running in the race. Humanity failed.
