Calling All (A Medley of Progressive Thought)

Imagine:  You are about to embark on a fantastic journey in, through, out, and through-out the human psyche. Picture say an escape from death for grabbing a pen.  What could have been that decapitating device?  A knife or a sword?  Hell no, too common, or even predictable.  A penguin?  Odd yes, but come on, much too unpractical.  It really isn't too important to figure it all out quite yet, but just so that the foundation is set: Oddity, Unpredictability, the Clever.  (No, I'd say even deeper than cleaver, as in meat, but yes, you are thinking!) I know, "the fault of repetition lies heavily on the mother's onion," blah blah blah, but really in this example that's quite beyond our point.  Let us move on. Imagine:  The first culturally satisfying word utilized in human history.  What was it? More importantly, what did it mean?  What was the first thing a human wanted to get across?  Correct, that thin line between simple animals and superior beings.  Granted, this wasn't the first mind's idea, or even intention, but certainly, conclusively, the first single event in which the earth became a possession; a slave.  Humans became to Earth as Nazis became to their own people, breeding greed and developing seemingly necessary implements of destruction. Now Imagine:  Your own implement of destruction.  Your desires; Your Holy Grail. ...and whatever this grail may be, in your eyes, you search continues for the life of you.  An eternal struggle for an object, an idea, no doubt a "noun" of some sort correct?  Let's pretend you've found your holy grail.  Are you genuinely happy?  Have you received all of which is required for your apparent happiness?  Now, do you feel the need to keep searching?  Of course you do, but let's pretend you don't.  You're coming home from you lust quenching adventure happy as a grinning idiot only to find your holy grail as societies current passing fad.  All which has ever made yourself unique has now placed you directly, though unwillingly, deep into the bowels of the majority and plain. You are now boring.  Would you stay true to your beliefs in that "sword" is indeed the ultimate creative answer, or would you strap on the non-conformer's uniform and shock the public, though severely contradicting your beliefs, and say "penguin"? Imagine:  Imagination.  Why is it important?  Is it important?  Obviously it is one instrument to feed a being's hunger for constant entertainment.  Indeed, the one and only instrument before we took advantage of it's skill, it's ability, to produce more and more and more of like instruments with proficiency in feeding our being's hunger. It has seemed that we've become tired of the process of thought.  However, there is not a machine to date which has replaced a most important brain's activity.  Can you guess what this is?  When is it that our brain uses its imagination without outside influence of a blatant degree? Of course, in our sleep. Imagine:  You produce a marvelous poem, story, novel or a song and the public absolutely adores it.  The only catch; your product has stemmed from a dream.  Is this legal?  To rely on something completely uncontrollable for, of all things, a financial gain?  To believe that your subconscious is actually a part of you, and not some other being?  Some kind of parasite utilizing your mind to convey and present its own ideas? This is very conceivable.  For example, as a parasite, it, your subconscious, succeeds in draining the life from you.  In not bringing the imagination to a conscience level while awake, one can, and is in fact likely to become, a type commonly refered to as, the walking mindless zombie.  However, in giving-in to the desires of your parasite, you are no longer yourself.  You are, in a sense, not human.  Your natural identity as a walking mindless zombie is lost.  You are a slave.  You are insane. You may need a break at this point. Feel free to grab a snack, sit back and relax, as I present another tale. Imagine:  You are selected as a replacement for the president because you are at a movie preview and he is unable to descend a staircase on screen. You take his place, as yourself, however all you see now is black and white.  You are outdoors on some bleachers, a bit disorientated from the sudden shock of actually becoming the president. You are surrounded by seemingly important people.  For example, Ike is there to congratulate and wish you luck today.  Some time passes and you're bored beyond comprehension.  Your first lady is sitting far away from you. The two of you eye each other passionately, you are longing to be with her, she's dying, more and more each and every second to be by your side. Though alas, you are to remain separated by politics.  Eisenhower informs you that a publishing company is about to release a series of books designed to change the future history of the world.  Your purpose is to descend the bleacher stairs, select and read a few passages from one of their publications.  You search for "Ishmael", you search for "1984".  You look for "Trout Fishing...","Naked Lunch", anything by Bukowski; nothing exists.  You refuse to read their propaganda and you are here by replaced.  You can now see colour. That, my friend was a dream of mine.  And as for our parasite, just what does it have to gain anyway? Imagine: fate and predictability.  Could it be possible to trace all single events back through time by simply the examination of physics to a molecular level?  Has every action and reaction ever since the first sign of movement been so far controlled, and will actions remain controlled throughout the future?  Could it be that in reality every single event can be ultimately predicted, or has life been given the power to manipulate this control with complete randomness and choice?  If this ability to manipulate molecules by choice is truely nonexistent, it leaves many questions unanswered.  For example, communication would be purely individualistic and based solely on assumption and the subconscious.  Our whole basis of structure and belief would be nothing but coincidence undiscovered by the transformation of our thought process into antiquated cement headed inquisition.  (The point of transformation which is a kind of filter for which in reaching conclusions we are truely blocked from the discovery of truth).  It is here where we take our current situations and base them on previously conditioned experiences, which are themselves produced by a system of chaos. We, in a sense, comply with nature's apparent desire to bring everything back to absolute zero, and stop thinking, becoming mentally lazy.  Now, we shouldn't confuse nature with life.  Nature is stable while life seems to continue its forward motion.  However, if the way we think and perceive stimuli has been in fact controlled, there is no answer to what "forward" really is.  We could easily be moving back in what we know as "time" still seeing it as moving ahead but not even knowing it. Though this may be hard to picture with what our definition of time is, I use it only as an example to aid in further elaboration. You could call all of this "nature vs. God," but not a god in the same way which our culture has defined, simplified, shaped and polished the idea to where even "non-believers" hold a concrete vision of what God should be. Imagine:  It is your fifteenth birthday and you are good.  Good enough that by being good people find it pleasing to be around you.  The fact that no one celebrates your birth on this day is of no matter: there is a war on you know.  (As a statement, it is unlikely that a question mark is required unless 96 tears are shed.  "Drôle, tres drôle" exclaims an evil fascist pig whose pronunciation of the verse is far beyond traditional acceptance).  This is a traditional war by which the image of good vs. evil should at this moment be running free throughout your mind, (however unfortunate).  In any conflict the oppositions believe themselves to be good, but do not believe that their opponent is good.  Opponent "a" believes they are good and that "b" is evil, while "b" sees themselves as good and "a" as evil.  They can not agree that the other side is good, but they do agree that both sides are evil.  So, good vs. evil can not exist, but evil vs. evil does exist, (in fact in many areas). Again, you are fifteen and good. Good enough that by being good people find it pleasing to be around you. Morally good by which to be pleased by your presence, people are not robed, murdered, or genuinely irritated at the fault of your hand or actions.  If by being good requires you automatically to be opposed to evil, you yourself are automatically evil, and good does not exist, and has never itself existed besides in theory.  Good sits in the middle with evil "a" on one side and evil "b" on the other side killing off each other naturally leaving "good" oblivious to the fact that it is opposed to evil, turning itself into evil, creating, in a sense, evil vs. evil vs. evil. The creation of side-taking and conflict produces a goodness, which is evil. Whatever evil chooses to be obviously can never truely create anything good. Imagine: the disintegration of our population and being.  Homo-sapien's suicide. The final page.  The end. Curiosity and "intelligence"; ultimately the elements for which we succumb to our demise.  The quest for answers well beyond our reach have caused wars and death and ridiculous centuries of pointless struggle.  Imagine the last culturally satisfying word utilized in human history. What was it.  What did it mean.  The fact that it was the last word says far more than its former designation.  The fabricated label takes on its own meaning, and haunts the theories in swirling dust. The story of clowns is closed though not a comedy. It is a tragedy these beings could never "see the light," as they use to say.  They kept searching for answers and truth, but it was they who foolishly created fiction.  It is fiction which spawns so many answers; the influence of falsely based questions. The unanswerable questions created by imagination, the parasite, destroyed everything from its first stitch of influence on page one.  As long as truth and fiction can remain co-existent, unanswerable questions will remain true to their name.  Imagine that decapitating device as being the meaning of life. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 10:48 AM PST   17 • 0 • 9