- Parent Category: Spirituality
- Category: Philosophical Discourse
- Created on Tuesday, 10 January 2012 10:49
- Last Updated on Friday, 04 May 2012 07:13
- Published on Tuesday, 10 January 2012 10:57
- Written by Doug Jackson
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Society has set the standard at mediocrity in all sense of living. Compassion, and I mean common compassion in everyday interactions, is nonexistent. Of course there are those “do-gooders” out there, but they are outweighed by the ignorant and more importantly, the powerful. By ignoring the increase of ignorance nationwide, and a subtle disclosure of the poor killing each other, the rich have risen to an untouchable level. A level if you will, of capitalistic Darwinism. I suppose this system was always set-up like that, although I doubt that Thomas Jefferson pictured the future of the country to look like this. But somewhere along the lines, tyranny took over, blind-folded the mass, and sent us willingly off the cliff to fall into the river of Styx.
The moon has been keeping me company the past couple of days, the Voice has settled. I can feel the pulling satellite watching over me. I can also feel a certain sense of detachment from society. When sitting at a bar, as I am now, I try to stay off mirror, to the right. I don’t want to be seen, in-scene. Almost as if an extra, off-camera. Every year or so I hit a point where I need to get up and go and hit the road dream-chasing. I’ve been getting that feeling lately, and what’s holding me back is motivation, will, and funds, rather the lack thereof. I could also blame this feeling on the lack of a destination and health insurance. I take medicine daily, expensive medicine, and have for over ten years. To do without it isn’t really an option.
Now, just for argument’s sake, what if life, as we are, was an accident, rather a result of perfect creation, and life actually is a pointless proposition, an abomination compared to spacetime and the universe? If so, than life is exactly what we make it, all else is irrelevant. Being an off-shoot of the universe, what is the life on say, Venus like? 900 degrees Fahrenheit is hot, plus the surface pressure has been known to crush Russian satellites with little effort. Maybe the leather-skinned devil is there awaiting our arrival. What we need is a litmus test on life. Here on earth we can only compare species, inter-planet species cooked up from the same primordial broth. It’s not a fair comparison in proportion with the rest of the universe. Today on Earth, the ecology of evolution shows survival in a realm of capitalism. To the zebra, not so much, but humans have domain, unless of course there is a species underwater that is dominant, and humanity is the irrelevant one. I am hoping there is a greater meaning beneath our sub-par existence. If not, than who or what is to blame for the immense waste of time and energy it took to get here? I suppose all of life is parasitic. The seal, the shrimp, and the salesman feed off of other life to survive. All of which we know on Earth as a biological species is an essential attribute to DNA, evolution, and survival. But I do think that a self-replicating, highly advance society does exist elsewhere in this universe, or the next. As for our planet and the species involved, we are dependent. Even this morning on my way to work I passed by two frozen men of Mexican descent standing on the corner of the Home Depot job center waiting for work.
Doug Jackson is an artist, poet, vagabond & philosopher. Read more from Doug Jackson at: www.agoodamericanlikeyou.com