Can you hear it? Across the towns, over the fields – beyond the confines of your ears, past the strictures of your very senses. There is a profound deafness, but without any of the benefits.
Beginning with the heart, that most fickly-wickly of your organs, pumping all that garbage about the body; you are what you eat. Feeding the brains, keeping you upright in a state of readiness for tigers and things that live under the bed, the blood keeps pumping it all up and down until you are saturated – even to the extremities. Yes, those extremities...
From this state you imagine all sorts of things, none of them true. You have given these fears words, screaming tantrum words, that fill your emptiness, give you a meaning, inflate a power, give lifeless ideas meagre succour. But to what end?
Perhaps you have not thought about where it all take us. Destruction is the hallmark of pre-childhood, for to build better in cooperation would be your undoing. Negativity may move the holder onwards – but only into the night. The vision is occluded, petulent, angry. As long as you have your toys, and your arrowslits, you will continue unaware of what you do and of what is coming. This is a shameless pride, a hubris without an eye on history.
Unity appears to be a dirty word, because it is bred from consensus. Much better, then, to swagger and swear, to drink pints of a rejection projection, even if none of it has any substance. Much better to appeal to those fears, to prop the lies and stoke miscontent. Much better to blame: blame is a bitter blast, easily soundbitten, fed with self-righteous indignation, sated by never letting go.
So, can you hear it – the condemnation of the future? No, you cannot. For you have stuck your fingers in your ears. You cannot hear it, because you will not – not ever.
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