Sunday, October 19, 2008
in separation
The social system blatantly falls short of man's need for more than a symbolic relationship with nature. Once we become a predominantly social individual only interested in the vital roles that need to be met in order to live and pay for things we most likely could do without; and forget to feed the inside that relies on the simple and meaningful things, we become plastic and easily seen through as to our social intentions. This is child-like behavior in a sense that if, like a child, we are only interested in ourselves, our progressions, and our social standing, we are seen as for what we have become: see through, boring, predictable, and sad. The social world is a facade that cares not for anything because it was created long ago by wealthy shit-kickers who stood high atop the totem of hypocracy and shameful acts upon those with less money than them. There can be nothing more sad than that and yet here we are in separation.
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