Softly dreaming, never drunk...

There is the iminent, instant shiver that drives through you like a drill, carving flesh and bone as it works its way inside you, when you experience the feeling that you've lost your "raison d'être". And it leaves you with a lot of blood and pain, and ofcourse: a hole. Oblivion that cannot be filled. And that is how most people come to know madness. The thrilling void, the gap between seconds, that gives true meaning to "not-living" and of being "undead". It's just another abstract edifice of our so called human intellect, life as it is. As time and death, life is just another illusion we have to let go of. Being and operating the way we are, this would be the hardest to understand and accept. To live life without living, that would be the next step for one who abandoned time and death. But we can't breath the bitter hollowness right know, we are not ready for it, the only thing we can do is suffer. If you look around, you can already see the signs. Hooked up on television, on games, sports, funny shows. On violance and sex. These are the best things to tickle our instincts, to trigger the ancient memory of living that lies deep inside each of us. This is how we try to defend ourselves aginst the emptiness. But we are getting immune, that's kinda good. Immunization is development, it's evolution. That's good. Still the void also comes with the inevitable danger of insanity, this phase is a radical step, the mind cannot cope with it. Some will give up, shatter and break. Slowly the pressure built up over the centuries, modernism, progress came as lightning, we are practically living our own future. What we dream about today may become reality tomorrow. These are times of miracles and wonders, and utter horror and suffering. Compassion could and can draw the line inbetween. But the unfinished last sentence of Buddha stays. Only the void grows, it sprouts over our every day, every waking hour, every shallow moment.

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