We are grim. We have given way to the bloodshed of meaning, of happiness. We have left behind ourselves, we have left behind simplicity, we have left behind reality and filled our longing with complexity, with grandeur, with nothing. It is no wonder science has helped us to live longer, for we live less in hours that we should in minutes. The object of our attention is shadowing the heart of humanity. We are possessed by things tangible, by things aesthetic, by things loud.
But are we anywhere at all? Why can the man not be amused by childrens’ games? Why can the man not be content to sit in fields for hours, doing nothing? Why must we have goals? Why do we not meditate hourly?
And there can be no refuge, for the world has stepped quickly through the gateway of industry. We are all too obsessed with par, never allowing ourselves a thought against the power, the green competition. But perhaps we should resist. We should know ourselves. We should know ourselves. We should know ourselves! At the very least – and an all-encompassing, fullest least at that – we should know ourselves. To know thyself is to know thy neighbor. To know thyself is to know thine enemy. To know thyself is to know thy blood. To know thyself is to know thy God.
Who will stand for change? Who will revolt? Why will no one revolt? Is there use in trying to change the masses? Or should I simply change myself, and let my brother shrivel amid the cinders of society?
Progress, evolution, they are not the answers to our betterment. Darwin is wrong. Intellectualization, faithlessness, they are not aiding our essence. Voltaire is wrong. Sexuality, cerebral mechanics, they do not bring light. Freud is wrong. Grace, mercy, zen, enlightenment, tranquility, humility, agnostics; these things hold water.
Jesus, Ghandi, Buddha, Mohammed, they are right in that there is more to us than what we can see, or ever mortally know. There are layers to our planet that we will never realize. There are gates through the boundaries of time, holes through the walls of our minds that we will never discover.
I seek to know myself. I seek to hear myself when I do not speak. I seek to love myself when I am broken. I seek to feel mankind within me. I seek to know purpose, to know drive, to know love. I seek to see everything for what it is. I seek to know everything in its place. I seek solitude. I seek true community. I seek understanding. I seek simplicity.
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