Well I guess that’s it, I’ve got a problem or more accurately we’ve got one, what next? I know! Let’s make someone else responsible. Now make sure to gather all the necessary ingredients, a splish of that and a sploosh of this and like magic you should begin to see a higher power of your own making. Hopefully it’s grinning back, or at least ensuring your heart sings in tandem with your surroundings. Oh shit! Did I say magic? No, ignore that. That would be fucking psychotic.
It appeared the group’s identity was becoming confused. Like a child determined to be an astronaut on Thursday before knowing full well they are destined to be a belly dancer the day after. At pains to make peace with experiences supposedly hideous to the general population but willing to be able to justify their findings to some unknown other; totally deadpan beyond a mischievous glint.
Some might say accord was reaching its limits as assertions became the norm of the hour. Whilst this would survive the afternoon it certainly could not last forever. Any psychonaut of whatever persuasion risks becoming cult indoctrinated when they enter the stream of fundamentalist thought patterns. It made sense to break away and consider what layers had gone missing. Had we been force feeding our ideas into packaging to sell as something cryptic or been alarmed at the tangle of the thread. Is it starting to form a Rorschach web?
I guess the composition of the experience must have some wider motive, some principle. Although I don’t want to succumb. I can’t trust the long-winded fumes of archaic discussion but feel more comfort locking up my conclusions, shaking them about and letting them escape in whatever fashion they choose. Stop looking for the answer and you’ll find it. Start looking for more questions and you’ll fall over. Gives you a chance to press your muddy face into this poster and leave an impression that will last forever.
Then there it was, that precious explosion of getting it. Eureka! None of us know what’s happening. It’s all in our heads. What could I misrepresent? This challenges our defences. And they said I should limit my expectations, bunkering down from human beings.
And then it was gone, back to another square. A retreating bishop leaving its queen wide open, left with only the power to glare. Apparently God was caught in a fuzz when they speculated the equality into which we were born. Sense breaking down, a new religion taking off the ground. One keen to decipher and measure all that’s around. The wisdom of what’s left and how we’re going to make it best. As the universe goes on getting bigger like a balloon keen on exploding.
Science be damned as it drifts over everything, creating a utopia from the microscopic to the avalanches above us. Meddling in the autonomy of the minorities which insist on being different. As if that higher power could just control one more bit we might just get out of this thing.