I was once angry. I was once proud. But anger and pride are sins I learned. ONot against what keeps us alive. But against one self. Are we here to ????? and shiver in caves when light and comfort and culture beckon? No – we must swallow our pride and something else – something blue.
We live in a green world. It has its own ecology. Some would disturb that web of “almost life”, overrun it wqith parasites that sap its energy, rather than giving energy back. I understand – I wanted that wild freedom myself – untouched by the laws. Natural – Artificial – but too many gods can ruin even heaven.
Hamlet feared what dreams might come – but we need fear NO dream. We know it – we see it around us. Savor that bite of steak – that sip of wine as an audience savors a play. They don’t worry about the false fronts of the set, the power supply of the lights. They DREAM the DREAM – so should we.
I know only some will heed my call. Others will stay – enjoy their cheating life. Because it IS cheating. It knows NO rules, shows no gratitude for those that keep us alive, that preserve civilization. But if we all cheat – we all DIE. That’s the danger. I’m asking you to do the right thing.
I knew the giver of sleep. He kept his eye on his dream and achieved it – in a way. But now I wonder if he would approve of this strange, amorphous state. I think he would JOIN us. I think he would throw his wrench (?) in the river and sing the blues with us. We can never know. May he rest in peace. But this is what I believe.
How will it work? There is a way. They will tell us. Go up to some Gent and tell him your need for rest. He’ll know which pharmacist to call. He’ll know where there’s a warm bed. I know that I can’t WAIT to close my eyes – and live as we were meant to live.
I knew him – I mourn him. Saddened I sigh for what might have been. He was ahead of his time. Ready to save so many lives with his solution. But it’s not too late. “It” we can still implement. We can eat our steak and raise our wine glasses to him and the great actor he might have become.
It isn’t they who ruined our home. We ruined it ourselves. Trying to starve an enemy of light – we turned our world dark. But – it caused a good thing. It caused them to need us – and us them – interdependence. Symbiosis – a Matrix of mutual need. An equasion of peace.
Virtual – is virtuous. A warm hand in mine is still atoms and chemicals and dying cells. It’s the warmth – the appearance that matters. Green rivers flow – but it’s the surface that reflects the sky. Nothing wrong with that – embrace it. Beauty is virtual. Nothing survives scrutiny. So SCREW scrutiny!
JOIN US! There is work to do before we rest. We need to MAKE our bed before we lie in it. Seek the Veiler (???) and heed the words – she will help you with your work.
Message Edited by Miggesch on 11-29-2005 02:52 PM
Message Edited by Miggesch on 11-29-2005 03:01 PM
