It struck me today - as I placed down one pound and thirty pence in the metal tray of the number 43 bus - just how cruel and deceptive most people are. Myself included, myself especially. I had not wished it, though sunglasses, and a stern expression do not leave much room for doubt, but I was a vaccuous and vain and superficial monstrosity created by something which I have only recently and fully discovered to be complete artifice. For the time being. Being for time; rather. All things considered that is what we do here, on this planet, in this voidal universe. For that is all there is, truly, deeply, on a terrifying level. There is no space between here and there or over and under or London and Tokyo, for that matter because in infinite terms (to which the whole world is subject) this planet and us included takes up no space whatsoever. We do not exist. We are particles existing quantumly and yet here we are - wearing sunglasses and stern expressions. All society is distraction. distraction and redemption.
The problem I face relation to people - is that people are not relateable at all - in any sense. The society we create is vaccuous, linear, self serving, and profoundly and modrbidly redundant. It is a wide scale multi faceted, globalised artifice. It is circus, to keep us from throwing rocks at each other and rationalising things in terms of what we can actually see, design, utilise, or eat.
All the world is a stage. Truer words ne'er spoken. What a marvellous diversion. We are playing in the sandbox of oblivion. It is perplexing. Do children draw lines in the sandbox? Do children war with others. Possibly, but they get to mature, to grown to surpass that and become regular people. We as a species are stiil stuck in the sand hurling rocks.
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