Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Ignorance Abides


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Which is not to say that all is lost; start throwing the horses overboard in the hope that the lessened weight will allow the current to take us away from these doldrums.
Since hope, while powerful enough to carry us from here to eternity, is still a fragile construct, held together with spit and dust and the blood of our children; propped up by ignorance of the past and the knowledge that the future is unknowable – even as we chip away at the prospects of that future with the blunt cold chisel of our ignorance.
The blind observance of faith.
The zealous adherence to what we are conditioned to believe.
The sound of the crowd as it bays for the blood of the condemned.
The coarse weave of the media noose.
The trapdoor of global oblivion.
And what of this darkness that exists in broad daylight?
It robs us of our hope, our ability to think outside the parallel lines of apocalyptic dogma; unlike the night, it robs us of all our senses, shuts down the imagination, the creative urge, and in its place, hands us the seeds of destruction; the glossy surface of primary-coloured celebrity-based eternal life; blinding the eye of the beholder.

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