life

We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us pierces through the imaginary fence, slaying the self backbone until one's empirical life bleeds to death near the inexistent heaven's border, on the shore of the sewaged hope. Repeatedly, one of us takes one's incapacity to evolve to the peaks of a mayhem within the herd's pen. One of us as a single person or as a multitude of individuals; the words are many but the most common describing this behavior are: militia, army, religion, government, business etc. - all of them deriving from belief.

The ethics and morals that guide our behavior are nothing more than the high school concept of peer pressure. The schmuck who wants to belong to an apartheid group, gives in like an exhausted gazelle. Slowly, submissive and resigned, carries her hooves into the lion's den. Fuck it! Eat me! And it's not the murmured voice of the mistress. It's the human re-becoming a monkey. Life is death and death is life when the consciousness evolves into a melon; pleasant to look at, flavorful by some taste standards yet insignificant by its content. The way it is becomes the way it should be instead of: why it is the way it is? The it is must constantly be challenged so the should be would never have the time to comfortably set in.