universal road

The world is a broken down wreck of a car sitting alone at the side of the universal road. It is plundered, used up, and foul smelling from the infantile remnants of a race gone bad with pitches, ploys, and meandering solicitations of small minded people out for a buck. There is a way out of this mess. There is a way to avoid the escalating violence of the mind created by the solitary few who truely believe they have a genius mentality about them when they are nothing more than creepy charlatans who take advantage of those who have given up the tidiness of research for the immediacy of self gratification. The reason information creates havoc is because there is too much of it. Over time the whole idea of knowing becomes secondary, forgettable. What remains is a one sided story that needs something to feed on. This feeding can be found in the very next program and so on and so on. Soon, and in time, reality takes on a whole new shape where the real self rarely makes an appearance on the big stage. That one true you/us becomes hidden and tucked away just like the world is now in the universe.