Our human world is one that no longer has room for humans.
It is one where the entire world rests at our fingertips. Though one where our fingertips forever rest in our technologies.
It is a world where we can travel around the globe in less than a day to see our friends and family. Though one where we don’t know our neighbour’s name.
It’s the modern world.
Where governments micromanage their people.
Where corporations rule like governments.
Where systems of education act as corporations.
Where our rainforests are seen as $ signs.
Where $ signs are seen as wealth.
Where logos and brand names are revered as gods.
Where status and fame are idolised, and put on pedestals. Encouraged to be sought, acquired, consumed, and then spat out, derided, scorned, and mocked.
A world of mass consumerism. Where we’re encouraged to work 9-5′s, Monday to Friday, to support ourselves. To keep ourselves distracted. To perpetuate the collective state of Zombie that has become our human norm. To buy things we don’t need or even want to impress people we don’t like. To trivialise the important and make important the trivial.
It is a world divided. A case of Us versus Them. Where propaganda and national conspiracies fuel hate and segregation. Opposed by an anti establishment that propels hate and segregation under another umbrella.
It is a world where love is bottled up, locked, and sold in bite size quantities. On Valentines day. On birthdays. On anniversaries. On days marking celebration. It is a world where love is only true when it’s conditional. It is a world where love may as well be called relief, or protection, or comfort.
It is a world that rejoices upon catastrophe. A world that glues itself together during times of heart ache and chaos. And then later, pats itself on the back for having done “good.”
See how we came together? And all that it took was a small bomb and a few deaths.
It is a world where a father playing at the park with his four year old child is inevitably looked at suspiciously. For he is certainly a sexual predator. It is a world where calm, cool and collected people who enjoy smoking the grass from natures bossom are penalised and dubbed criminals. It is a world where the rich can get away with murder without having to bat an eye lid.
It is a world of cynism.
It is a world of dividing ideals.
It is a world of one mind against the next.
And one collective mind against the next.
It is a world where logic and emotion are pitted against each other.
It is a a world that values credulous obedience and reprimands calculated recalcitrance.
It is a world defined by and confined to the limits of our human cognition.
It is a world that in and of itself, can only cause destruction.
It is a world manufactured by the human mind. Bound to the limits of social engineering.
A world where good battles evil, and evil battles good.
A world clearly cut.
A world compartmentalised.
A world chopped up, arranged, and filtered through the human lens.
This social world that we call civil is unkind to the human kind.
It is a world made by us, but a world that’s not meant for us.
Our prosperity, our joys, our loves, our dreamless dreams, lie yonder this social construct. And in the transcendent.
Not in the supernatural. But in the world. As it is. Without our reflection of it.
Here, in this world, where our minds and our bodies and our earths are one – we are whole. Rich. And abundant.
Here, in this world, where chaos isn’t evil, where uniformity isn’t good, where the lines that we use to divide are blurred and faded, where all that is, is – we are one.
But where shall we live? As individuals and as a collective?
That is the question.
Humans-are-weird. Jibba jabba joo.