Room 101 (#2)

[Sepia]

We wait for the end of the sentence but it's not coming, it's not falling. Up. It brings clarity and not understanding, we've been trying to meditate for weeks and weeks on end, we're trying to become enlightened, striving for the latest of trends as our ecological footprint diminishes. Leaving this world behind we think of it as something brave and new, an order made of individuals who knew they have a story to tell, cue the drunken rambling of nerds as they discuss v for vendetta and like everyone wants to be bella swan they just want to be evey hammond, they want to be told they are in a prison and that happiness is the most insidious of them all, they want to be trained to be given a purpose from an arbitrary smile so they can have a mission, like in a book or a film. Everybody wants to have a mission, everybody wants something to do other than simply existing - breathing into this world, this ever changing world of puss and excrement one day and the feeling of sunshine in your soul the next day, we'd kill for some stability.

We join the monasteries and the cloisters and as we get hooked off of what we were on out there, the same feelings bottle up inside of us as we crave for more rations, more sleep, more meditation and more enlightenment. Illumination is a commodity that is being bought and sold like everything else. The concept is simple, anyone can be a buddha but not everyone can lock away their dreams and fears, overcoming them is harder than overcoming the police barricade with a stone in your hand because you have to battle yourself and your psyche, to look inside your soul and none of us would ever want that, we do not know what is in there, we don't know how we're made up but it fits with the bills and the laws we make up. Inside the monasteries we follow the laws like we followed them on the outside, forever thinking ourselves as rebels learning what good old george tried to tell us when he said that it doesn't matter if you follow the law as long as it appears that you do.

Illusions. The grand entrance, the melodrama. In a new world order these will be forgotten. In a new world order, slavery will be the preferred method of control. We expect the powers that will be to be power-hungry, to be greedy and gaudi and we expect future dictators to copy the germans, the russians the cambodians just like they've always done. It is a thought that keeps us safe when our mind wanders into things that mean something more than ourselves, the shape and form of ourselves are defined by these thoughts and we think that because it's happened so many times earlier we've learned our lesson and the schoolbooks seem to think that gaia is alive and well, we're all connected with our consciousness into this big machine that we love so much. We grow older and realize that even though it has happened so many times earlier it will happen again, the monsters will come from the shadows and promise us beads and we will accept it with our big bleeding hearts as we accept the fact that some of these people aren't like we are and the segregation is probably good, eugenics will come back into fashion and we are filled with delight as long as we know that either science or god are watching over us from their towers of ebony and ivory.

The world will end, a new one will begin when someone has a different take on the totalitarian government, when someone who isn't the traditional story usurps the power and shocks the world into believing that there are still things alive here, the world is still changing and there is no better, there is no good. There is no worse nor no evil. There is nothing here, just us. You can view it as a cycle or a circle of things ending and beginning, initiation never ends, remember? The new world order will be established when someone does something new, when the biggest threat isn't the bomb or the environment.