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Artificial Light
an inexcusable amount of time wasted on frivolous concerns.
how much damage will you do before you notice the damage you are doing.
When I walk outside, I am confronted by the world. It's face looks like cement and smoke. It only uses nature as a decoration. Grass, trees, flowers, and sky are only accessories used to accent the beauty of pavement. People whisper to my face and scream behind my back.
All things escaping. Time. Life. Heartbeat on a finite line. But electromagnetic energy can be captured, copied, and stored. Our technology will redeem us.
Rock Bottom:
Life is better than you know, you're just too close and too involved to see it. The fine details can make the scene seem jagged, rough, and ugly. But through disassociated distance, the larger design can be seen. You must fall from grace before you can understand the value of that which you fell from. Before you can appreciate what you had and what had you. Then the patterns, the constellations, and purpose of the design can be seen, traced, and understood. From the depths of this detached bottom, I can view the world free of the blemishes of insignificant detail and here everybody looks like a star. Some brighter than others, but all shining with their own degree of light, encapsulated and too centered in their own gravity to notice the collaborative web they are weaving. Shining in private frames of darkness, yet not isolated, but held together with some invisible thread, some common link that cannot be seen or measured or proven, but only sensed. There is a collective animal hidden in our private affairs. We are blind to our collaborations of cause and effect. It's difficult to be truly alone but so easy to feel lonely. So easy to get lost in your own illusory singularity.
It seems that our struggles to achieve, to gain, to advance, and even to love and be loved is a contest, a competition to see who can leave the biggest vacancy when they leave. Who will serve the greatest purpose, who will be the most useful in order to leave the largest void once they become absent. The biggest stars leave the biggest black holes. Love is gravity.
Eventually, this view becomes unbearable. The longing becomes a stinging, desensitizing torture. So we resign ourselves to the indulgence of our artificial light to drown out the unattainable beauty of our once natural state. To forget our losses. To forget our faded beauty. To forget ourselves. We indulge in career to forget our dreams. In sex to forget failed love. Set slight goals, a tiny glow that is well within our reach and blinding to anything beyond it. And then all the stars fade behind the opaque glare of our sanctified trivialities and expectations. What we want but can't have is slowly replaced by what we can have but don't want.
Lift the fluorescent, neon lids of the world's eyes and make them see in painful clarity where we once belonged.
how much damage will you do before you notice the damage you are doing.
When I walk outside, I am confronted by the world. It's face looks like cement and smoke. It only uses nature as a decoration. Grass, trees, flowers, and sky are only accessories used to accent the beauty of pavement. People whisper to my face and scream behind my back.
All things escaping. Time. Life. Heartbeat on a finite line. But electromagnetic energy can be captured, copied, and stored. Our technology will redeem us.
Rock Bottom:
Life is better than you know, you're just too close and too involved to see it. The fine details can make the scene seem jagged, rough, and ugly. But through disassociated distance, the larger design can be seen. You must fall from grace before you can understand the value of that which you fell from. Before you can appreciate what you had and what had you. Then the patterns, the constellations, and purpose of the design can be seen, traced, and understood. From the depths of this detached bottom, I can view the world free of the blemishes of insignificant detail and here everybody looks like a star. Some brighter than others, but all shining with their own degree of light, encapsulated and too centered in their own gravity to notice the collaborative web they are weaving. Shining in private frames of darkness, yet not isolated, but held together with some invisible thread, some common link that cannot be seen or measured or proven, but only sensed. There is a collective animal hidden in our private affairs. We are blind to our collaborations of cause and effect. It's difficult to be truly alone but so easy to feel lonely. So easy to get lost in your own illusory singularity.
It seems that our struggles to achieve, to gain, to advance, and even to love and be loved is a contest, a competition to see who can leave the biggest vacancy when they leave. Who will serve the greatest purpose, who will be the most useful in order to leave the largest void once they become absent. The biggest stars leave the biggest black holes. Love is gravity.
Eventually, this view becomes unbearable. The longing becomes a stinging, desensitizing torture. So we resign ourselves to the indulgence of our artificial light to drown out the unattainable beauty of our once natural state. To forget our losses. To forget our faded beauty. To forget ourselves. We indulge in career to forget our dreams. In sex to forget failed love. Set slight goals, a tiny glow that is well within our reach and blinding to anything beyond it. And then all the stars fade behind the opaque glare of our sanctified trivialities and expectations. What we want but can't have is slowly replaced by what we can have but don't want.
Lift the fluorescent, neon lids of the world's eyes and make them see in painful clarity where we once belonged.
Published 4th Dec 2011
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