I Just Figured It All Out
Bu2
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What Nature was like, before religion: Animals, with hierarchies and tribes. Shit, wasn’t that the Indians?
What I’ve learned the hard way: Power is money. Money is power. Religion has both. Knowledge brings power. Knowledge brings money. Religion is not Knowledge.
What I see: We’re being dumbed down, numbed down, rubbed down and pampered. The “Human Being in the Zoo on Another Planet” Twilight Zone episode all over again. The original Star Trek pilot “The Cage” all over again.
Being observed ironically the way that we observe Nature. But….by whom?
It’s not the government. The government knows about it, though, and is funding all the power trips with the peoples’ money, but it's not fun, like Men in Black. And of course, the government could be running any country anywhere, so it’s pretty much universal. Almost. I think there is one small village left where the women all barter blades of grass for favors such as dinner for their family, a haircut, a healing, that sort of thing. So that village could end up being saved. I sometimes think there’s a similar one existing on the dark side of the moon still. But since we haven’t been able to see it, who knows? And let’s not get started on what might have lived or still lives on Mars.
According to the first ever chapter in the Bible, we were shown the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and we were shown the Tree of Life. We were given the choice to eat from either tree. We stole the fruit of the tree of Knowledge and were subsequently denied Life and yet, here we are, still living on. Long after the Bible’s chronology tells us we must surely be dead.
Maybe all that Genesis has been trying to teach us is that Life has always been there. And Knowledge was something that only Adam/Eve chose, and maybe the animals wanted it differently, but they could no longer be understood and so their desires were ignored. Maybe Nature had no choice but to be raped by Religion….and then Power….and then Money. Good heavens, what will Nature be raped by next? Certainly not lions and tigers and bears, oh my.
The religions closest to nature (the Hawaiians with their volcano gods, the Wiccans, etc) believe in higher powers but they also live closer to Nature. Government and technology are trying to move us away from those older beliefs. What they don’t tell us is that when we move away from our own nature, we start dying. But come on, people, hasn’t that been made obvious by now?
The drug companies are making a fortune numbing us all down. The people like Marting Luther King Jr. or John Lennon who dream of better things are all shot down. No one is allowed to be a hero anymore, unless he looks like Brad Pitt and acts like Tom Hanks and talks like a politician.
The government knows that something has to give, sooner or later. We all know too much. Hence the marketing of beautiful sports cars, liquor, cigarettes, sex. Open up a Playboy and just soak in the advertisements alone. And then we become too crazy for it so they let the drug companies make all sorts of mood altering drugs to fit all of our moods that are only altering because we can no longer handle all the information we’re being fed from the television, our closest friends, our coworkers and our children’s guidance counselors and the doctor and the dentist and the woman next door and the in-laws and the talk shows and Family Circle and Regis and whatever bimbo he’s got next to him right now.
The purpose is to not have a purpose.
It works in Nature quite well.
Intelligence is what got us where we are. Intuition is what can save us.
Intuition is what animals live on.
This all makes perfect sense to me.
So here I am knowing all this, and wondering why technology and religion are killing us all but no one can see it but me, so I have to write poetry and talk to strangers through a monkey named Bu whom I’ve adopted from my boyfriend who got the monkey from his ex-girlfriend’s daughter and I really could make a movie about myself living this life. I could show all the ironies of trying to get by paying rent and going to work every day and trying to make family appearances all the while turning into a stuffed animal, a stuffed monkey named Bu who is just a very old and worn Disney doll – from Alladin, by the way, Bu was Abu back then -- and I could end the film with me turning into a pot-bellied staring-eyed stuffed monkey with a bad haircut and no feelings, only poses, who sits in a chair in front of a computer and spouts out poetry and mind-bending ideas to music fans on a chat board on the internet. I could turn it into a really cool Lynch-type film at the end because the twist would be that I’m the only human on the planet who really gets it and yet I’m turning into a stuffed monkey named Bu.
And then I’d win some kind of Indie award and just go up on stage and say “Thank You” without another word, just a big-ass happy/proud smile on my face without the hour-long speech and that alone would make everyone wonder who the fuck I am and then, right after that, I would die happy. I really would. And then I’d go to wherever dead spirits go and some voice would say to me, “You nailed it! You figured it all out, and you made a movie about it that showed everyone the real meaning of life and then won an award and simply said Thank You without naming names and everyone wondered what you were all about, and so HERE! You win a real life!!!”
And then I would finally get a real life, and be happy, to no end. And I wouldn't question who the hell who gave it to me. And I wouldn’t care that no one here on earth “gets it” or understands or realizes that I’m living a really happy life with no end, because I’d know that they might now, somehow, grasp the concept, having seen me my film and then seen me die happy.
You know, like kinda like Jesus. Only different.
What I’ve learned the hard way: Power is money. Money is power. Religion has both. Knowledge brings power. Knowledge brings money. Religion is not Knowledge.
What I see: We’re being dumbed down, numbed down, rubbed down and pampered. The “Human Being in the Zoo on Another Planet” Twilight Zone episode all over again. The original Star Trek pilot “The Cage” all over again.
Being observed ironically the way that we observe Nature. But….by whom?
It’s not the government. The government knows about it, though, and is funding all the power trips with the peoples’ money, but it's not fun, like Men in Black. And of course, the government could be running any country anywhere, so it’s pretty much universal. Almost. I think there is one small village left where the women all barter blades of grass for favors such as dinner for their family, a haircut, a healing, that sort of thing. So that village could end up being saved. I sometimes think there’s a similar one existing on the dark side of the moon still. But since we haven’t been able to see it, who knows? And let’s not get started on what might have lived or still lives on Mars.
According to the first ever chapter in the Bible, we were shown the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and we were shown the Tree of Life. We were given the choice to eat from either tree. We stole the fruit of the tree of Knowledge and were subsequently denied Life and yet, here we are, still living on. Long after the Bible’s chronology tells us we must surely be dead.
Maybe all that Genesis has been trying to teach us is that Life has always been there. And Knowledge was something that only Adam/Eve chose, and maybe the animals wanted it differently, but they could no longer be understood and so their desires were ignored. Maybe Nature had no choice but to be raped by Religion….and then Power….and then Money. Good heavens, what will Nature be raped by next? Certainly not lions and tigers and bears, oh my.
The religions closest to nature (the Hawaiians with their volcano gods, the Wiccans, etc) believe in higher powers but they also live closer to Nature. Government and technology are trying to move us away from those older beliefs. What they don’t tell us is that when we move away from our own nature, we start dying. But come on, people, hasn’t that been made obvious by now?
The drug companies are making a fortune numbing us all down. The people like Marting Luther King Jr. or John Lennon who dream of better things are all shot down. No one is allowed to be a hero anymore, unless he looks like Brad Pitt and acts like Tom Hanks and talks like a politician.
The government knows that something has to give, sooner or later. We all know too much. Hence the marketing of beautiful sports cars, liquor, cigarettes, sex. Open up a Playboy and just soak in the advertisements alone. And then we become too crazy for it so they let the drug companies make all sorts of mood altering drugs to fit all of our moods that are only altering because we can no longer handle all the information we’re being fed from the television, our closest friends, our coworkers and our children’s guidance counselors and the doctor and the dentist and the woman next door and the in-laws and the talk shows and Family Circle and Regis and whatever bimbo he’s got next to him right now.
The purpose is to not have a purpose.
It works in Nature quite well.
Intelligence is what got us where we are. Intuition is what can save us.
Intuition is what animals live on.
This all makes perfect sense to me.
So here I am knowing all this, and wondering why technology and religion are killing us all but no one can see it but me, so I have to write poetry and talk to strangers through a monkey named Bu whom I’ve adopted from my boyfriend who got the monkey from his ex-girlfriend’s daughter and I really could make a movie about myself living this life. I could show all the ironies of trying to get by paying rent and going to work every day and trying to make family appearances all the while turning into a stuffed animal, a stuffed monkey named Bu who is just a very old and worn Disney doll – from Alladin, by the way, Bu was Abu back then -- and I could end the film with me turning into a pot-bellied staring-eyed stuffed monkey with a bad haircut and no feelings, only poses, who sits in a chair in front of a computer and spouts out poetry and mind-bending ideas to music fans on a chat board on the internet. I could turn it into a really cool Lynch-type film at the end because the twist would be that I’m the only human on the planet who really gets it and yet I’m turning into a stuffed monkey named Bu.
And then I’d win some kind of Indie award and just go up on stage and say “Thank You” without another word, just a big-ass happy/proud smile on my face without the hour-long speech and that alone would make everyone wonder who the fuck I am and then, right after that, I would die happy. I really would. And then I’d go to wherever dead spirits go and some voice would say to me, “You nailed it! You figured it all out, and you made a movie about it that showed everyone the real meaning of life and then won an award and simply said Thank You without naming names and everyone wondered what you were all about, and so HERE! You win a real life!!!”
And then I would finally get a real life, and be happy, to no end. And I wouldn't question who the hell who gave it to me. And I wouldn’t care that no one here on earth “gets it” or understands or realizes that I’m living a really happy life with no end, because I’d know that they might now, somehow, grasp the concept, having seen me my film and then seen me die happy.
You know, like kinda like Jesus. Only different.
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Shoot.