Going mad

Living in a world beyond our ancestors reckoning, are we living in their wildest dreams or worst of nightmares? Has the flame of their campfire gone out too soon leaving them in a cold, feverish state or did the flame engulf them in their slumber and our moment in time the inferno of all nine circles at once.

Our culture of anti-balance should leave questions as to why more are not mal-adjusted to their sterile, corporate environments. Perhaps most are testing their ability to adapt to even the most devilish of conditions, or are just skilled at imagining affairs being far worse. History scaring modern man into conformity and dreams of lesser nightmares. The fundamentals of their our species’ existence boiled down to comfort through consumption… a pithy contradiction recited as a tautology that leaves a man of the mean in a perpetual paradox of what he is to do.

To go against the zeitgeist’s monopoly on values is to be a moral terrorist, fought not by sword but the perpetual barrage of skepticism and temptation to rejoin the fray, lest you go mad.

I don’t ask to transcend purpose. But divine being; God; Fortuna: Let me go mad with pen in hand!