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An essay exploring the antisocial and detrimental struggles of timid and ignorant beings. Propelled by "power" and "profits". As symbols and symptoms. Of angst and addiction. Enhanced by a fatal lack of comprehension. As to common human coexistence.
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Seitenzahl: 24
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Being Human
The Power. Of Angst
Parasitics
Infinite Inferiority
Feudal Fools
Fatal Fiction
A Name.
Is a kind of label
An insufficient means. Of identification.
Which typically requires.
A more significant number.
A Name.
May be shared. By others.
By any Tom, Dick or Harry.
Called Tom, Dick or Harry.
My surname.
Was established.
In accordance. With administrative routines.
And my first name.
Was publicly pronounced by a priest.
In a ceremony.
Certifying my existence.
A ceremony. Confirming a principle.
By which. My existence was being certified.
By someone. Who did not know me.
Whose authority. To verify my being.
Was being redefined.
Through the ceremony.
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Once.
We thought the world was flat.
Some still suspect it is.
A world.
In which we cling. To old dogma.
And always only temporarily unfalsified doctrines.
Confirming the existence. Of a measurable world.
As merely probable.
For most.
The world might still be flat.
Over the centuries.
Very little has really changed.
Since a primitive existential struggle.
Came to dominate all other forms.
Of human coexistence.
Within a primitive reality.
Where problems are mostly caused.
By ignorance.
And obviously outdated ideas. And beliefs.
Still distinguishing a primitive reality.
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A recently created couple.
Is seen sauntering. Inside a gorgeous garden.
Completely naked.
Like primeval versions. Of Ken and Barbie.
Dressed in matching nothingness.
All such stories.
Include. And accentuate concocted conflicts.
Defined. By the creators.
Of such stories.
Most stories.
Re-present illusions.
As images. And illustrations.
Of an illusory. And imaginary. Human universe.
Sustained by stories.
And conflicts.
Most stories.
Of human coexistence.
Depict the deeds. Of aggressive thugs.
Eliminating enemies.
As evidence.
Of might. And magnificence.
Much creative skill.
Has been employed.
To obscure the obvious obscenities.
Of a primitive tradition.
And primeval struggles.
Much artistic effort.
Is still inspired.
By self-destructive “heroes”.
Struggling to sustain a brutal struggle.
As signs.
Of existential angst.
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Human beings.
Still believe in gods.
As Omnipotent Beings.
Whose powers.
Have had to be defended.
By primitive beings.
Gods.
Who have demanded. And inspired. Endless death.
And destruction.
And the use.
Of Capital Letters.
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Like proverbial primitives.
We are still struggling.
To sustain a ceaseless quest.
Inspired by illusions.
By the “powers”.
Of gods.
Without fur.
Or fangs.
We are possibly. Among the most timid species.
Where a common and collective existential angst.
Enhanced by ignorance.
Is still sustained.
By deadly and destructive struggles.
Accentuating. A fatal fallacy.
Among simple and primitive beings.
A tranquil Neolithic era.
Came allegedly to an end.
As aggressive tribes. Cultivating war and weaponry.
Compelled by angry gods.
Attacked and conquered their fellow beings.
To expand their patriarchal powers.
Much like today.
At least in theory.
Modern human beings.
Have to live. With the consequences. Of a cultural crash.
Caused by ceaseless quests.
Commanded by gods.
Assisted by thugs.
Supported by priests.
It is indeed difficult.
