Inside each of us is a wellspring of hope–and every corporation and body of government wants to extract that precious resource and infill with concrete. They want to use you and then build their empire upon your corpse, your skeleton, your flesh.
From birth ’til death we are a commodity to be tilled and harvested; all in the name of keeping a massive militaristic nation moving forward on the ever-rolling barrels of oil.
Cast off these chains that we have forged through the years; set yourself on a path to freedom. Liberate your mind, body and soul; liberate those who are dear to you; liberate the innocent.
Love yourself so that you can love those beings that surround you.
We must take back what is rightfully ours. If we live like those the elite despise and treat with disdain, if we are satisfied with their cheap baubles and trinkets, their middling politics, their shiny gadgets, their mind-numbing intoxicants, then we will never force the power brokers to rethink their exploitation of the earth and its inhabitants for monetary reward. They will always be able to justify it by giving the people, giving us the consumer, “what we want.”
The time is now to let them know that what we want is not what they give us, not what they sell us. We want the earth and all its inhabitants to live without oppression.
We must be vigilant and we must take action; we are going to have to put it in their faces, rub their noses in it, and make them realize that we don’t want to destroy our home for a small bit of comfort; that we want to live sensibly and within our means as a species. I suppose an important question to ask yourself is just how badly we want it.
Sinister machines are destroying us. Grinding life to a pulp. Call it dog food and sell it by the ton. Call it humanely raised beef and charge more for those who can afford “to care.”
Evil capitalists atop their money-making heaps of flesh and bone, hawking their wares of blood, terror and torture. And we just can’t give it up, that taste of horror.
These days lots of talk of environmental collapse but little action. They say we have 20 years to get it correct. To make it right and save it all, make amends with the earth.
I hope we do, but deep inside I don’t think as a species that we deserve to continue. We have literally raped the earth to death, killed its inhabitants and are grasping at final reserves. All for convenience. For our grotesque, crunchy, corner-store chicken wings and plastic bags and guzzoline.
Too early for these thoughts. I know the world is full of goodness and that we just need to harness that power; but the mind is a terror dome. Better to cook my little potato in a small cast-iron skillet. I’ll call it breakfast.