posted on Apr, 26 2008 @ 10:04 PM
We are, quite simply, the sum of our parts; we are, more or less, what we make ourselves to be.
Or, at least, that's what the 'educated' people tell us.
We are like onto our creator, created of his essence and of his image, so, in part, we are part of the divine, and at the same time, the divine is
That is, of course, if you were to except the 'spiritual' people.
Humans, as a whole, try to look for a rhyme or reason for their existence, simply because they cannot except the fact that there is no reason, there
is no meaning or greater purpose.
Anyone a 'realist'?
We are created from the very essence of star-stuff, our cells have been recycled throughout history so many times that each of us contains a small
part of each other. Mitrocondrea (-5 points for spelling) is the spark that gave us, and continues to give us, life.
We spend more time devising ways to kill each other when we could use just a portion of that effort to create miracles.
So, you ask, what are we?
We are the damned, living within our own hell-on-earth, devised not by some fallen angel, but by our own wishes. We erect monuments to gods, only to
tear them down and erect new temples to new gods, only to repeat the process, never once giving thought to what the gods we used to worship think.
We are fickle, always craving the next big thing, wanting to know what lies behind curtain number 2 without having the patience to work our way to
solving that problem. We are a greedy lot; it doesn't matter if the horde revolves around the material or the metaphysical or the emotional...
whatever we desire, we cannot have enough, and the person that needs it or wants it be damned. Sure, sure, there are those rare few that do more for
others then themselves... but as quantum physics teaches, there is an exception to every rule.
So, what are we?
We are slaves to our own thoughts, slaves to our desires, and slaves to our creations.
We create gods, and give them power though our prayer. The more who believe, the more powerful they become, and the more fanatic we become. We are
slaves to our gods, because we want to be.
We are slaves to money. We work to make it, only to spend it in such high amounts that we have to work twice as hard to survive, because we cannot be
without any want or need.
We are slaves to our own short-comings.
With all that I have said, and with there being so much more that needs to be brought forth, how an anyone expect us, humans one and all, to feel
proud? Even the righteous amongst us, I am certain, have turned a blind eye on some act or deed that was uncalled for or worse.
Deep within our hearts, buried within our collective memories, we know what we are, what we are meant to be, and we have turned away from that destiny
to fall within our own misery. Why?
Why do cutters do what they do? Why do people turn to violence when they cannot face the truth? Why to the abused act as if everything is normal
when the scars are clearly there?
Look deep and discover what has been forgotten, and you will learn exactly just what we are, and what we are meant to be.
[edit on 2008/4/26 by The Soothsayer]