Contamination

The putrid stench of rot and decay, slowly dispersing, half-life upon half-life, coalescing in mixture with the world we eat, breath and see. There's no stopping it. Death cannot be avoided. The divine structure once perfect, has now come millions of years into chaos, all the more closer to it's final state of complete random disorder. Where my mind rests now, confined by its thoughts, limited by the imagination, the magnetic field evolving from my electric frequency, will all too soon be the vacuous space of eternity. A future of indefinite proportions, and entirety expansed, gaps the knower by what's known.

Knowledge, what's the use? It's all in illusion. A sense of control, a higher purpose. Biological cogs, gripping the shore as the tide of time pulls the valuable resource into the depths of a causal ocean. Pathetic, painful, beautiful, bewildered, fucked. Hellish torment, this painful sensation. Breathing breath after sour breath. Hardly moving. Facing the others, riding high on their wave pf success, accomplishment, production, cooperation. Successfull people, people able to see and seize opportunity, people enlightened by their training, optimistic, supported, supportive, to an extent. Avoidant, weary of those pessimists left to their own devices, them lowly humans scrambling at the bottom for some sense of comfort and security, resentful, spiteful lot they are, at least, the ones who want better for theseleves, them who feel marginalized, as though they aught to have known better, been given the tools they've known so little about, only hearing rumours about and catching casual exposure to what the others have gained through their social skills, good looks, attractive patterns, opportunities, and effective attitudes; their keys to success, the keys to their needs. What are they? How are they any different from the needs of others? Why aren't everyone's needs met? Why does it seem as though society is based on a hierarchy of executive control that perpetuates, neigh, relies on the promotion of inequality? What is fair treatment?

I do have one hypothesis, I'm sure to be supported by the environmentally-conscious type. Could it be that we've just gone too far? That we've exceeded the possibility for a sustainable economy on account of our greed for self-gratification so that the most successfull of us may continue to be so on a basis of segregation where they reign above an unseen majority of labourers is a sad thought that leaves me strung out. In this sense, what good does the bourgeousie do the world unless everyone has a fair chance to live such a life? Perhaps that is the illusion that has ensnared us, the illusion of a better life, knowing, or at least believing the lives of others are better than our own, and hoping that we might be able to learn from them, to become more like them. Who would give up control of resources to the untrained and unattractive? What would be the point? The smiles of elites and frowns of the empoverished pocking the drama of history since the recording of time.

Where would I be if I were a caveman? Would I fare any better?