I have to let the words flow like the drinks poured down my
throat. Words must become as fluid as conscious thought. There is no cessation
to language, to the firing of neurons through cerebral synapses. Memory and
action, thought elevated to art and science, or brought down from Olympus and
dragged into the dirt of our uncleanliness. We are no better than our primal
ancestors, though, the veneer of culture and civilization makes us believe so.
We are still subject to the process of belief. To belief in forces much greater
than ourselves. This is no mistake. Nature is truly the only primal force we
must account for. Everything else is artificial. Money, economy, politics,
religion…these are all creations of ourselves. We cannot surrender these
illusions without losing a perceived part of ourselves.
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