This world has been changing. I fear, not for the better. Life used to have a sort of quality to it. But it seems we’ve traded that quality for quantity and convenience. Art for distractions. Romantic and intimate love… for even more distractions. It’s enough to rob any person of their joy.
Joy, which is something as simple as walking down the street in the middle of the night to get to a friend’s bonfire with only the moonlight to guide you. No city lights…. Just stars. No sounds… just the wind. Maybe you see the flicker of a friend’s light approaching fast in the distance. They’ve come to greet you on your journey through the darkness. Some of us didn’t make it. But through the darkness we walked together nonetheless.
I find that gritty approach to life far more appealing than the superficial “sweep it under the carpet!” approach that is hastily offered up to us. Because it’s intimate. It’s real. This world is dysfunctional from all sides. When I was younger my friends and I did well to rebel against it. We exiled ourselves from it as much as we possibly could. Externally we were the bearers of heavy burdens, but internally we were secret bearers of sound and sacred light.
I know I’m ready for an era of sound and sacred light. God willing; the old system is about to blip out of existence, and life will become more real than anything we’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to hate on money too much because it is just a “tool”, but I dislike the people who drive its machine. They seem to feed off of youth and innocence and monetize from the darkness and chaos they so artlessly create. It’s about control. Selfish control. That’s how these people function. Nefarious pedophiles….
I’ll leave you with a quote by William S. Burroughs:
”What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity.”
