posted on May, 21 2005 @ 09:11 PM
Everyone stands alone......each a King of his own Bunker hill.
He defends his hill, and he fights! Sometimes to win, but on a regular basis, only to loose. To confuse himself into babbeling stupidity.
The morals of the individual, guide the destiny of all who wish to 'believe'. Each life running smooth as clockwork. Only the occasionalbump, witch
may knock a tick out of sync, but not so far off as not to be imediately mended by the watchmaker.
Each individual follows the patterns set by his years. Years of fear of anything outside of ones personal knowledge... Afraid to be differant.........
Afraid of guilt.
Oh, that awfull word.......~GUILT~ Much more than a word, guilt seems to be a genuine emotion. I can not think of a more self destructive feeling
Years pass, and likewise so do events. New things come and go, good and bad alike. Life goes on. Only the guilt feelings and fear of unknown
experiances stand like a solid barrier. So to be sure NOT to upsett the moralityof the watchmaker, we close our eyes and let the oportunitys of new
horizons pass by..........In ignorance believe that nothing exists beyond our own morals. Nothing of value....................
Unwaveringly content, we sit. Solid as stone, not speaking. With our eyes shut and our hands over our ears, we remain. Afraid to 'be differnat' and
possibly fall out of sync. Remembering always to follow the ticking pattern that the watchmaker intended us to follow.
I alsp sat, thinking everyone was inane and stupified, with the exception of myself. The people around me would pass by and smile thinking I would go
far....They would try to make themselves believe, as well as me that all I was doing was good. I was in sync, and anything more would be bad.
I sat inside, looking out. I looked at all the bad ones. The bad ones being anyone who was not in sync. They would dare to tick to whatever sync they
choose. The watchmaker clained they were doomed, and that we all must close our eyes, so close my eyes I did........but in secret, I could 'think'
IT....being as anything out of my regular tick pattern, and that IT, is what I thought about.
Once in a small act of desperation, I removed my hands from my ears, to hear what kind of noise IT made. IT was very loud, sometimes unpleasant, but
mostly IT sounded very full of life and energy.
When questioned on my boldness at having listened to the unspeakable IT, I became defensive, and immediatly denied the act. Denied it to the world,
but inwordly craved more..... I became an empty cup pleading with the giver of liquid.......to be filled. I dreampt of myself being filled, to
overflow and pass on to the other empty cups the precious liquid.
The liquid being knowledge of all things out of sync.
(more later hand cramp) "ouch ouch"
[edit on 21-5-2005 by theRiverGoddess]