Spaceship terrorists

Reality always amounts to the same thing: a small elite controls everything, and possesses all of the wealth. Their interests are enormous and they live by and for fear. Fear of never having enough power, fear they will never see the whole world at their feet. They are the traditional masters, the ones who see it as their right to treat others like their slaves, and their mentality is very low level. One should not feel compassion for them, they deserve to be hung, and their corpses may be spit upon.

The whole world acts irrationally: people continue to bow and obey, and force away their tears and protest, and keep on jumping politely with a smile for the bastards who settle themselves lazily and indulgently on the throne and think it goes without saying that they are respected and successful. Does money equal success ? Does power equal success ? Are you loved because everybody fears you ? Do they know what it’s really like to be loved ?

The whole of their life is a meager disillusion in which they walk around semi conscious and everybody keeps on affirming their self delusions, everybody acts like in one big hypnosis as to their unspoken wishes. Do they hope for a fee ? Do they think with their continuous slavery to win the hearts of the heartless one day ? Do they think they can engender sympathy from these stone disfigures ?

What is man ? A heartless tyrant or an endless slave ! In between, there is no twilight zone, their are no more heroes.

What makes it so that one man can dominate the other that way ? Merely the evilness of the character, the worst of the will ? And do such people deserve a place of respect in our world ? Or should one teach them a lesson ? Should they sing somewhat lower ? For everyone is equal and no one is better than an other. Should we let ourselves be driven unto despair, or should we conspire against the bad guy, and help him out of his misery in the end ? So we can divide the world fairly between every one once again, and look each other in the eye with pride and love as free beings. The world we can create for each other, a worldwide Cuba. Every one equal, every one free. No more tyrant, no more displays of servitude, we all have the right to simply be ourselves.

And those who deny us that right ? Those who want to make us believe that we are less, with a display of power perhaps, with anger, rage, with outbursts of tears of frustration and powerless begging as to why we do not want to obey. Why would we want to obey. If the tale is not one of love and truth, but of destruction and sadness, why would we want to listen ? Is it such a good idea to sow tears and suicide ? Is it such a fun game to make people angry and sad ? What is all this sadism ? Is it a self deceit of people who are unable to live with themselves, who just aren’t able to live, that they place their impotence and frustrations elsewhere that way ? Is that the only way they can deal with their dividedness and tension ? To push another over the edge of the ravine, and laugh as if they have overcome their own fear of heights ?

And if they cannot live with themselves, why would we give them a place of honor ? Why would a sane person want to choose a psychiatric patient as a leading figure ? A sane person ! Why would someone want to go against his own mind, and start in a way that is clearly madness ? From love, from tolerance, pity perhaps ? Or to demonstrate that the thinking of the other cannot but amount to anything but suffering in the end.

Why do we follow people who say it doesn’t matter if you pollute the environment. It’s ok if you can no longer drink the water, if you die from the gasses in the air, if you kill the plants and animals that are forever keeping the world so beautifully wildly in balance all the time. Why do we listen to people who say it doesn’t matter if you’re not happy, because that is what makes me happy. Why do we listen to these fools ? Are we then worth even less than that ? Are the fools at the top, is the world rules by idiots and evil men ? And are we afraid of them or is our respect for them authentic ?

I will never believe that humanity truly has faith in the people who are their leaders. I believe the people themselves know a lot better what would be right. They have just learnt to keep silent, and merely shut themselves up in the end. They are afraid, they are easily impressed. A small upheaval and they withdraw. Perhaps arguing is not always fun, but one can hardly let the bad guys win like that all the time, and in the end declare the whole of our world such and dead. For what ? Because that’s what they are.

If people were to realize deep down, where their powers are still alive, that they do not respect authority anymore, and that they want to do it themselves and better, would they then not work at every angle to regain control ? Could the people save the world from the drunken drivers who are just driving the whole cargo in the abyss ? Would we not take over the wheel when we see that accidents are bound to happen ?

Because we are all in the same boat, we are all on the same bus. And someone has to point the way, someone must work the rudder, someone has to still look at the stars and say that is the way we need to be going. Surely we are not going to let the least capable ones lead us in circles and just be drowning the lot of us in the middle of the sea in the end ? We are for sure not going to elect the least capable ones as our leaders, merely because they want that so badly. And live in dividedness, within and for ever more with regards to one another. And keep on bowing, and keep on keeping silent, and forever knowing better but never ventilating our feelings. A child can see that the emperor has no clothes, but everyone says ’how beautiful is his costume !’. And the emperor is standing there naked, and laughs, in the world of his vain delusions. What a show, what a joke !

But are we really just going to throw away the world and our lives in the end ? Are we just going to die then, with the animals and the plants and the water that has been poisoned and the air we are not allowed to breathe anymore ? Isn’t life worth anything to anyone anymore ? If someone says die we just but the knife into our bellies ? Or do we say make me, I’m not giving up without a fight !

It is my opinion that we have come to a point in the evolution of the world, where we cannot but ask ourselves these fundamental questions. Because the people at the top, the people with the fattest wallets and the most expensive cars, cannot see anything really but their own existence. Do they see the lives of their children, their childrens’ children ? They don’t care if another suffers, they don’t care if another dies. What does it matter if you can’t drink the water anymore, as long as he can pollute the air with his stinking car ? What does it all matter ? What does he care about ? His own dreams, his own needs, like a child playing with a machine gun. Accidents are about to happen, there has to be damage before the rest is alerted. That a dumb and incapable individual holds to much power. That it is hurting our health perhaps like the cigarettes I smoke, the environment, the integrity of our fellow being. For the well being of us all.

And are we gonna let that individual keep on driving ? Are we just gonna let him drive humanity out of the picture ? Or are we gonna take away his keys, are we gonna take the power from him, are we gonna make him come to senses, are we gonna demand from him that he changes his behavior, that he grows up, that he learns of responsibility and the group, the lives of other people, the fact that he is not alone on the world.

For that is the way the rich think, that is the way the powerful think, that they are the only ones on the whole planet. And everyone is saying, yes, you are the boss, should you wish I will die for you. Some put on a uniform and do this in a literal way, others grind their teeth in poverty and famine, until their days are accounted for and neediness has caught up with them. Everyone is dying, for some five or so motherfuckers who do not have enough with the whole of the world. And who know naught of creation, other than their money. And who know nothing of their bodies but the hunger. And who see or understand nothing of their fellow humans, except that they are their superior. Are they not people themselves then ? Are they not like everyone else ? Do they not have a heart, do they not have lungs, a liver that detoxifies their blood ? Do they not need care ? Are they invulnerable ? Is it their healing, in which we keep of bowing and smiling and dying and kneeling, does it make them any better ? Do they grow more gentle with age, do they give away more as they collect more, do they give more as they find ever more ’security’ ? No, they remain unmovable, they remain bad and narrow minded, they remain intolerant and ill tempered, never do they become human, never do they grow into someone one can love.

And should they demand love, then why not ever from themselves ?

Are such people still further worth our recognition, if they are never prepared to give the best, if they never want to see anything, if they never want to know anything ever about the whole of humanity and the world ? If they claim to have no business with whatever ? Why then, would we keep on having business with them ? Why would we keep begging them, what would we keep on saying to them ? Just leave these people aside, do your thing, be disobedient, be the rebel ! You are free and the world is yours ! Not someone else’s, the world belongs to everybody. You have a right to it, because you are a human being, because you are an animal, even a plant deserves to live. Let us as humanity simply stop the bowing before all that money all the time, and let us see what is truly important in life. An apple, an egg, an apple and an egg. Life is not all that hard, but money makes it impossible. Their would not be any money if it were not a shrewd game of some to put the whole world into their pockets. The world does not fit into just one person’s pocket, but all of us fit into the world. The world is a home to us, the world can feed us. Without the blur of all that money.

If we start to live for one another, if we work for each other, out of love, out of understanding, not just for the rich, but work for everybody, how much faster would everything fall into place beautifully. How much happier would we be together ! How much more precious would we be in the eyes of the other.

But now we are all not worth anything, and for each other we don’t do it, we do it for the rich, for a tiny bit of money from their endless pockets. We live for a bit of pocket money, whilst we could be kings each and every one of us. A king to our fellow being, a king by our fellow being, a world full of high society. We are so brainwashed, we have so learnt to bow, to quiver full of fear. Who will show us courage, who shows us the way to our words ? Who leads us to stand in our power, who will bring the flower in us to flower ?

For in every one of us, a god is living, a flowering in every one of us. It is that, our birth right, which we are all keeping small, which we are keeping weak, that we never trust, our self confidence itself. No, the other is shouting louder, the other is talking more harsh, the other knows it better, me, I don’t know anything. I do not know what I say, I do not say what I say, I do not do what I do. I do what I have to do, I keep silent, I declare myself dead and am willing to prove it.

What an ultimate servitude !

Has mankind then come so far, that slavery has been abolished, but all are living down ? Who remembers still what it is like to be a slave, and who will say that is not his life ? For the masters, for the bullies with their money. Who will make the world perish in any way. It reminds me of a hijacking, where some harsh men have taken control of the airplane, and are sending the pilot and all of the passengers to their graves. Terrorism, that’s what it is, the whole of the world ! If they do not have a problem dying, then why don’t they do it by themselves, why do they have to tear every one along ? Nothing that is keeping them from dying, but leave the other his life is he wants it. And will anyone, a passenger or a pilot perhaps, be so brave as to save life after all, to try at least, in full courage and despair, in the face of death ? If we are all going to die anyway, we may as well do so in an attempt to still save our lives. Or are we just gonna lay ourselves in the grave, dead like we have been for all of our lives, are we not gonna put up a fight even then, are we gonna keep complying with the will of a bunch of incompetent assholes ? With some terrorists scaring the whole of the world.

Sometimes I feel like I live on that hijacked airplane, and the terrorists are not so far away from me. Is there anything to feel but rage ?

And could a bit of rage here and there not save the flight ?

It is our duty to arise, we owe it to each other, to the pilots, to the plane itself, to the awareness of our destiny and the right to get there. We cannot go on bowing because that is what is expected from us, we cannot keep on dying with a smile because that pleases the gentlemen terrorists, who love it. Our love does not serve us, it serves to protect us for a second perhaps, but those who want war can get a way if they want to as far as I am concerned. And the rich are looking for war, they are challenging man and animal and plant, they are asking for disaster and that is what they are going to get. Nature is answering them.

Will man in the end, still take the position of a slave, or will he join the tongue of nature ?