THE PLACE WHERE YOU HEAR IT ALL
The Final Outcome
Undone by the Unfortunate Hand Of Time
We are nothing more than casual observers constantly wishing for our eternal angel of time to release us from the indifferent moment of our existence. Bathing us in the brilliant light of the perfect and idealised connection. We attempt to find the pathway that leads us to this never ending and delusional mirage.
Cross-referencing the physical codes becomes our ultimate objective. Pleasing ourselves with moments of denial becomes the doorway to our own ignorance. New technologies only allow us to see the imprint and hear the echoes of our own often solitary journey.
We constantly attempt to forge a line of resistance to the broken bonds of time. Attempting to repair the indifferent lines of communication, we invent a place where every waking moment rises like a monument to perfection. But this is the land of broken dreams and a forgery of emotion. Swathes of mistrust slowly begin to blind us to the inevitable outcome, hostile navigation and thoughtless anger allows us reinstate our pointless version of self-belief.
We construct these sentences like tombstones with a mixture of serenity and affection. An act of self-preservation that keeps the emotions sterile and the questioning thought process numbed.
This leads us blindly into our cold yet imperious vision. A place where the weak and muted efforts of the most simple and pleasing of emotions attempts to reconcile itself with the actions casually taken against the isolated voice of another.
Futility and Conformist Thinking
There is nothing here but futile silence and the beginnings of a half imagined story of fallen angels, missed opportunities and lost and bitter tasting half-truths.
An idiosyncratic Orwellian nightmare of change . A place where the voices of dissent are held sacred and in high order and esteem .
The confines of learned thinking and acceptance are rejected . In order to evolve and finally reach something approaching our true and universal potential. The meanderings of the physical mind must fall In order to begin the slow process of mutation to our higher physical and spiritual form.
This development can only begin to take place by the closing down of the external voices . The kinetic interference of our man made Electro magnetic nightmare. Our mind numbing information overload continues to stupefy and make dumb the sprawling mass of human ants.
We celebrate mediocrity, banality, and abject conformity. We ridicule and attempt to sterilise the free thinkers, the non conformist the shining stars of dissent, and then question and wonder in blind and stupid ignorance at the continuing degeneration of everything we claim to hold sacred.
We condemn all around us with our blinkerd and one-dimensional thinking . Forcing all into an emotional straight jacket . Placing ourselves in an all consuming war of attrition with the inner and the outward self.