395. Past
Prophecy
All I want to do
All of living has become hopeless. I was watching a silly old 50's movie about zombies and the people argued over how to keep them out. A sudden feeling of frustration overcame me. How tired and old all our dilemmas have become. Our solutions too are tiresome. It's all stale and there is no hope in any of it. There might be short term breathes of fresh air, such as a nicely spirited young rock climber I listened to, but it's briefly lived.
We carry history on our shoulders. We are old as a species. It's as if this time-line is imbedded in our beings and some of us feel it. There is no place to go for real help. All I want to do is cry to the above, and tell everyone else to do the same. All other reactions are counterfeit.
Prophecy
All I want to do
All of living has become hopeless. I was watching a silly old 50's movie about zombies and the people argued over how to keep them out. A sudden feeling of frustration overcame me. How tired and old all our dilemmas have become. Our solutions too are tiresome. It's all stale and there is no hope in any of it. There might be short term breathes of fresh air, such as a nicely spirited young rock climber I listened to, but it's briefly lived.
We carry history on our shoulders. We are old as a species. It's as if this time-line is imbedded in our beings and some of us feel it. There is no place to go for real help. All I want to do is cry to the above, and tell everyone else to do the same. All other reactions are counterfeit.
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