What do you believe when all that you see is not reality? When all around you is mere fantasy, a parody of what could be, an endless line of fallacy. Facades of dirt and clay crumble to the ground with earth's decay. We are in the Lost Age.And now, now we're on the last page of the last chapter in the last book. Your story, our story, the whole story: it has been written. We are simply reading it line by line, moment by moment. Take a look for yourself, but open your eyes first. Shake the dust from your lenses. Polish your pupils one last time. Lean in a little closer and don't be scared. Question the "norm." Ask yourself what is so correct about politics? National heretics. Holy anti-Semitics. Global Jesuits. A Knight of Malta. They never falter. They stand tall...but, how tall can one stand in the underground? For their heads can no longer break the surface to reach fresh air. Trapped in a den of foxes and snakes. Will you get in bed with the false prophets of this world? How long will you last?
Have you already?
You have.
How could you know?
You won't.
How does anyone know?
We don't.
Check your hard wiring. Think for yourself. Unplug your TV. Go outside--rain, snow, sleet, hail, sun, or clouds--their is beauty to be found in all of nature. Discomfort is only a mindset and is one that can be changed. Stop being a part of the unthinking majority. Stop pushing the war-dog's agenda. Stop being the problem.
Just Stop. For Once.
You just might enjoy it--or is that what you are afraid of?
This is your LIFE for Pete's sake! You are granted only one of those. Will you watch idly as it slips by?
I end with a portion of William Blake's poem Auguries of Innocence:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
