Saturday, January 5, 2013

The Circle Is Broken

I'm trying to understand this place. I'm trying to understand what I'm doing here. We're on a really good planet, but in a very bad world.

Right now someone is being killed. Someone is being raped. Someone is being beaten and robbed. Someone is being tortured for not knowing anything. Someone is abusing the animals we put in our mouths.

I feel like the good life I know is a thin coating of paint over terrible ugliness. I recognize that I'm one of the "lucky ones," but this oasis isn't real. Outside the walls of my prison dreamland, my security rests on the desecration of other living beings.

World, you break my heart. I came here because this is a place of beauty, meant for the founding of our dreams. Instead there are nightmares all around us. Each of us may be a flame of hope, but we are burning in hell.

This place isn't right. I say so without judgement or blame. I can't tell you what to do. I don't know. I just know that our world is infected by a sickness, and that evil is the trickiest bastard I know. Evidently we need it for our spiritual perfection, but it's a hell of a way to live.