here is another day, another moment. again plagued with the question why. could I, or should I or would I be some ambassador of awakening? none-the-less the inability to decisively terminate the relationship with the universe is wholly based on the level of "enmeshedness." At times I feel it's complete absurdity, at other times I can not escape it absurdity by virtue of fear of pain in attempting escape.
Have you ever wondered why you struggle to stay alive when clearly the easy way is not to try? I think because the pain of the struggle is lighter than the pain of escape. If it were easier not to try, then that would it not be the preferred choice of billions, but we know from the facts before us this is not the case. Some sense of logic dictates that not to struggle is in some way conserving energy which becomes bastardized AND plasticized into a path of least resistance. Yet in what appears to be the face of this absurdity we call life, we continue to engage. It is a matter of enmeshment. As an insect awaiting its expiration in the web long after the struggle ceases, only an incredible act of desperation and strength of conviction allows one to choose the "easy way", which means it is not the easy way, but the hard way, the struggle to overcome chemistry and it's enmeshment at a chemical and atomic and sub atomic and post atomic level.
The naked face of truth will never be revealed to us, nor some "cosmic" understanding on however many dimensions you wish to postulate or conjure. It's face appears to us as enmeshment. The components or dimensions of the enmeshment are the aperceptible and the perceptible. All other arguments are distractions, mental play toys and entertainment. The items only phenomenologically available to us and everything else which does not fall into this category are those two siblings.
The endless twittering of philosophists, the endless machinations of ethics, epistemology, existentialism, of endless and eternal postulations on the human experienced shivved an untold number of times over and over again, ground from shavings into dust, infinitely.
The endless twittering of the materialists, and the religious, and the people who have to have the lastest and greatest. Who can only see past their noses by a few feet.
That we, as annihilators, convert the raw potential into piles of dust, not only of our phenomenological perceptions of "matter", but also those same perceptions of "being" or "time" or physics and again this paragraph can become another exercise in reduction and annihilation to dust.
I propose this:
That we do nothing. That we let what we so lovingly call "earth" go to a fucking cesspool hell, as all things will in the "natural" way. My only hope is that when it gets really difficult, a threshold will be reached, which will result in the immediate annihilation of the planet. 50 to 60 thousands years later an air will blow across this planetary face like the wind that blew on the face of the earth long before we set spark to the land.
