What happens when you – meaning me – breaks all rules and imperatives of bonds? What the devil am I talking about!?
The bonds are those rules that say what we ought to do and be – to appear normal – and be part of the ‘herd’. Departing from the rules given to the herd, and forced on you, means being an outcast.
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
Just a little pinprick
There’ll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it is working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it is time to go
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.
What reigns us back in, is the sense of perceived disapproval of the many i.e. the herd.
But when you say ‘Nobody can define rules for my existence‘ – something different happens. You are ultimately free. Free to die alone. No sadness. No fear. No sense of loss. No shame. I came with nothing. When I depart with nothing, I will have lost nothing. All I can do is thank nature for the time and experience.
I am simply ‘existential’ – willing to face the existential vacuum and what may lie beyond or NOT! Nothingness – how do you face that – when your biologically and psychologically programmed nature screams at you, from the pits of your ‘soul’?
There is a decision. To be ruled or not. When are ‘you’ the true master of your destiny? What may be interpreted as ‘numb’ is actually ‘unbound’. When you are unbound – that is true freedom.
Finally – to sever that which is orchestrated by biological bonds: the social aspects of life, family, off-spring, that which springs from emotions and all that is prescribed by social imperatives. Scary for some. I have never been ‘some’.
The existential vacuum is no cosy place for ‘some’. It is dark, cold, quiet, alone, soundless – it is you and nothingness – no hope of a heaven or hell – no existence ‘beyond’. There is contentment of time served and delight in a privilege to be alive for a flicker in time, to witness this universe.
Time – the ultimate ruler is denounced. It is an illusion created by the universe projecting from some eight other dimensions onto our staged existence.
Severed – no chains left. Pure freedom brings an unusual kind of ecstasy, in receding back into a much larger multi-dimensional universe. I couldn’t give a monkey’s if no one understands any of this, or wishes to poke fun. Do what brings you comfort or resolution. This is my record.