I have nothing to say...and that's a lot.Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome at 2005-08-23 12:25:13 EDT
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Saturday, I took the majick mushrooms.
Those who know me personally, more specifically, those who have tripped with me before, know what hallucinogenic drugs do to me. They know what I become.
For about 8 hours I listened as the spirits of ages long forgotten spoke to me of war and peace, feast and famine, and life and death.
They told me and showed me how everything we do on this earth is a direct result of where we are on the continuum of wanting to change and wanting to be content. Riding the cusp of screaming and silence, I was aware that just as there is a time for empathy, there is also a time to kill.
There is a time to kill.
There is a time to scream out - lashing against the oppressive powers that get fat on money and blood. Those people think their wealth brings them something other than suffering and pain. They think that material possessions can somehow shelter them from the transience of life, and they will trample even children to get them in their madness. These men will trade 10,000 lives for one temporary trinket. Their madness is a spreading disease - consuming the earth and everything in it. They are like pigs in the hills - foaming at the mouth and rutting in the useless sand.
There is a time to level your sights against them and, with the knowledge and wisdom of saints and with a barrel full of compassion, lead, and sadness strike them down.
There is a time to kill.
There is a time to lash out, ushering in the heralds of revolution. There is a time to take up arms against the forces of destruction and death. There is a time to look the enemy in the eye and, through a welling of tears, smite him down. Killing cannot be done in vengeance to be approbated by the hosts of heaven and hell - the keepers of right and wrong.
I thought about great men. I thought about those people whose message speaks so loud, they manage to change the world - those that manage to manipulate their muscles in such a way as to guide their bodies according to the inner will. They propel the engines of change and move the earth in its orbit. But for the most part they are fools, and their change is only a fleeting illusion.
But as there is a time to kill, there is also a time to die.
Death is what happens when we no longer care if worms and spiders crawl over us. Death is what happens when the cold, welcoming earth speaks louder than the endless sky - when her soil becomes the arms of god and the universe welcomes us back home through the doorway of darkness into the fractal kingdom beyond.
This endless journey is one of slow learning. These lessons will follow us wherever we go, and though we may forget them for a time, the eternal truths will keep resurfacing over and over again to settle back into the mind like an old friend.
Maybe there will come a time when the simple act of eating and staying alive will be enough to satisfy men. Maybe there will come a day when the structure of society – the circle of death – will crumble beneath the falseness of its own weight. Maybe one day we will stop building these empires of indulgence that exist only to divide.
Until then, I'll sit here smiling...trying to decide whether or not it's worth it to add my voice to the din.
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