Whats it all for?
 

Politics, sex, cars, homes...

People all want somthing but what they want are odd things and for the life of me I do not understand why so much deciet is wrought from the core of a very being to want more from others that have less than them themselves.
It's predator and prey where the prey seemingly have fooled themselves into believing that the life they live is the one they chose, when the truth is they were never given a half a chance in the first place.

How much money is needed for one life on the planet to live a peaceful life?
Some lives are spent at the bottom, the very bottom living in trash and bathing with there own piss while others wash themselves in the cleanest waters within a bath made of the finest marble.

Life at the expense of others are the days we live in. Have we all lost a sense of humanity and conscience?
I believe most live a life of "master and servant", where one serves another and another and another and so forth.

But how far does it go? It seemingly goes the full spectrum appearantly and it seems those at the higher end have less and less compassion for the brothers that put there masters in place.

Why do the masters demand more? So much more that the servants kill?

Again, we are at the ass end of 2005, America is changing again and still the masters drive for more.

I am oficially shocked at the fact that only 2% of Americans are "wealthy" while others serve the wealthy with such willingness and eagerness to only recieve a ration of salt and a small shack to live in...

In America there is now a divide, the eradication of the middle class has divided us. The haves and have not's how much longer will you serve your master and will you die for em in the end?

I have washed myself with my own piss and have showered in marble bath's, I have had a toyota I have had a corvette.
I have home that I do not live in yet I do live in a shack. Its moments like these when I am confused about the very meaning of life.

These days it seem's life is not as important as living.
Most people just live, but do not live a life while at the same time never realising they live a life under a master that dominates them, feeds them, houses and screem's at them every day,

"You Are Free!"

Does life make sense to you?

that's life man. since the dawn of "civilization" there was been greed and deceit, covetous beasts under the guise of human flesh.

it's a cycle that continues today.there is no real point to this except to find a few like minded people you can trust, and stick by them. because then only thing that keeps me sane is my family and friends.

the complacement masses ruin our society with a littany of corruption.

entropy in action.

Maybe I should have posted this on a Philosophy board.

No Alien, I am glad you posted it here. I enjoy your posts. Keep 'em coming!

Mind you my thoughts are not to disparage the succesful or place guilt on them.

The above is how our civilization is and has always been. I love my masters and I love my servants, thouh I wish I could give them more.

And it is that wish that unsettles me...

Why won't others do the same?
Why do others drive some folks to die for "there" cause?
Its not just a matter of war. War is the extreme and all war's should be fought with the belief of dying for somthing that is right.

Brainwashing is an occurance and it is systemic in this day if not an obvious event on all levels.
Iraq, WII, Vietnam to the wars of ancient history.
All things lead to a culmination of belief and we all have a point where somthing somewhere sometime when we/me/you would die for the somthing.

Be it a god or a paycheck.

AlienQ:

There may be more chance of some attention than the 2 second GFY retention span :-)

Cultures "breed" all that stuff by design. Whether we admit it or not, we are "taught" that we need a load of junk - whether this is the lastest SUV or some other piece of shit.

I can think of a few people who are "alien" to all of this - but very few. Sure looks like they are happier without it than with.

What "value" does it have?? Nada.

It's not the amount of money, cars, homes you possess that makes ya.

It's who you are.

Who I am...

No one knows who I am. Not even I know what I am.

I am though, that for sure. This I do know.
Ya ever have those moments when your mind is working on somthing so hard and the detail's of what you are working on or trying to figure out are on the verge of revelation?

I am having one of those moments. No drug's.

Well maybe some Jack Daniel's as I said earlier today, but my mind has been abuzz for several days now, I can tell when it is working somthing out.