This kind of enlightenment is the fine line between madness and nirvana. It is the result of psychotic break combined with a clear decision as to which side you will land. I mention the psychotic break to give the stiff necked a brace to cling to. The weak need the comfort of my insanity. I know where society has drawn its lines of rationality. I just see those lines as drawn in crayon by babies.

Are you holding back truth for comfort?

Trying to tip tow around what you see because others are walking in darkness. Cleaving to pain like it’s the only definition of reality. Holding yourself down because you fear falling if you stand up.

How’s that working people? The truth comes in light and dark but we obscure the darkness with flashing lights. No one feels any better, just tired and oppressed. Putting trust in TV faces with internet knowledge but who knows more them? Who do you consult to test the spirits? Is it one of Truth?

It’s become so easy to to confuse the confounded. Constipated consciousnesses – Simple foolishness.

I’ve spent some time in the shadows of the lowly thought. I suppose we could call it hell.  In this hell, there is always someone to blame. Say nothing and nothing is your responsibility, receive nothing and nothing is your joy. A homeostasis of the lowest form. A comfort of he-said she-said where no one is tasked with the doing.

Like a merry go round complete with the catchy tunes that keep me on the ride but it’s hard to see with the damn plank in your eye. It keeps smacking against the poles. 

I ignored my plank for some time. Why not? Everyone else ignored theirs. But these optical planks have grown to such length that people just beat each other with them. It’s comical and sad, how one can grow up without being grown.

But it’s time for me to stop pretending. Once you notice your own eye plank, the illusion loses its zest. Like the day you realize that you no longer want to be just friends. Yeah, we can keep eating pizza after work but…what else is possible here.

I don’t like these lowly thought places anymore. Dwelling solely in the subjective state of response. This isn’t my nature, I’ve grown bored and taken to picking at the iniquity. That is the silliest shit ever said.

But I also know that you can’t rise up too quickly when you’re surrounded by babies. You’re scare them and they’ll cry.

These babies have yet to realize the full measure of choice, going around responding to everything on cue. At this point in their development, it’s insensitive to say grow up and make a choice. Life has beautiful ups and dreadful downs and our survival depends on our ability to manage the cognitive load as we ride life’s sin wave. 

Be that’s grown up talk. So I pretend to be frazzled, confused and cry because that’s what you do these days. You clutch your pearls and say something nice to people so that they don’t get anymore upset about their lack of control.

Honestly, I’m tired of clutching my fucking pearls in feigned shock. It’s exhausting to me. The story was written ages ago and I swear we just keep airing the same stupid episodes. Who’s can still be shocked? It’s like being shocked that Scooby and Shaggy eat the same snacks.

That’s the cosmic joke – every moment causes a resultant moment. Nothing just appears. One may not notice it as it grows but a close examination of any result will reveal the pieces, parts, action or inaction that caused it to flourish.  Open your fucking eyes and examine some of your goings on. What did YOU do? What didn’t YOU do?

Seriously, do you know that there are people among you who actually CHOOSE lowliness?  Not from lack of knowledge or opportunity but simply, no desire to deal with the responsibility of being the opposite of lowly. When you can do anything, why bother with the grind?

Failure to do anything is just as bad as doing the wrong thing. 

Why don’t we act? It seems a part has grown addicted to the lowliness. There’s a certain comfort in lowliness. Not meekness, not humility but lowliness. Just pitiful enough not to be pitied but too pitiful to be angry with.  Just a sad little fluff of stuff blowing around. Angry with the someone else who didn’t do the something that you were supposed to do.

That would be ok, if didn’t we watch it.  I mean some people just sit watching their own destruction. It’s an abuse of power. But how long will we frustrate the Grace? Or have we come to like the shadows that we’ve worked so diligently to remain in.