Hey now Hey now, don't dream its over... Hey now hey now... when the world comes in... i have cleaned up the room. that is the office room. and its pretty zen. after all these cleaning sessions i am still not done. there is still another hour to be spent in here. but. i am closer than ever to finishing once and for all. it feels pretty fabulous. throwing shit out. should have done that ages ago, before i moved. but my shit gave me security that i craved. or a certain security that i imagined. now i have something much nicer instead: freedom. peace of mind. simplicity and zen. its fucking great. my house, my room, my world is not full of shit anymore. and with every useless item i bin my life gets a little better. it is truly magical and i recommend anyone to do it. now: if i am to inspire my flatmates? to do the same? then i would have to achieve something great with this effort. wether this is gonna happen remains unknown. but one thing is sure and is manifesting itself already: i am more peaceful. my life feels more abundant. and i feel better about myself. i go formore runs, more meditation sessions. getting ready for work has become a fun ritual: i know exactly where all the things i need are. and it takes me only a few seconds to locate them. its fascinating
Our actions reciprocate. Every outward thing we do flutters back like a boomerang and conks us in the head. Watch as I stumble around dizzy. I’ll be alright. And as I regain my balance I wonder: Are there any honest freewheelers out there anymore? Any righteous firefighters? Because my heart is on fire and I’m descending into the kerosene. I’m one inch from sin, 2 feet from doom. My faith is on the verge of compromise; but watch me as I will never curse the Lord. The way I see it: I planted the trees, I must rake the leaves. Authorities surround me like chess pieces. Watch me. I’ll succumb to them eventually. We all do.
Placing the object in you hands, I left you. You didn't understand why but I still left. I needed to. It's not my fault if no one can understand that. I drove down a high way, it quickly turned to dirt. Dust coating my car, I pulled into a gas station. The owner took one look at me and knew why I was there. They offered me a job. I work here now, where ever here is. I never bothered to ask where here was. I figure I'll pick up a map one of these days. I don't know when. It kind of scares me that I don't know. If I think too much about where I'm going or what I'm doing or why I'm here, everything goes black and man walks out from behind a curtain and asks me more questions I don't know how to answer. Everything hurts.
What could I do? I was surrounded by troubled artists and house-poor scholars. I was sinking in melting tar on the collapsing streets. I was running from ill-tempered tax men. I was hiding from the parents of the youth I corrupted. I don’t want to be a troubled artist. I don’t want to be a prudish father. I don’t want to be the sold-out dolt who says, “that’s just the way this fallen world works.” Some people think the funniest things are important, while the really important things are funny! What can I do to change them? Their prudish fathers endorse their senseless logic. Their calculators are tapping loudly. They have evidence for all their selfish ideologies. What could I do? I can’t save them all. It makes me dizzy when I try to answer all their phone calls. I’m not technologically up-to-date. I lack the networks to accomplish the task
Nobody was listening when the tale began, but all ears were on the sharp-tongued stranger when he mentioned the apocalypse. Everyone set their drinks down when he mention the rising tide of powerlessness that was rushing through their little leisure-suit worlds. And how he pointed out that it is “all connected.” From the rising price of oil, to the falling value of the dollar, to the growing stupidity of children. It was a profound and wonderfully complex force that we kept feeding and feeding with our unmitigated selfishness. It was a beast with jagged teeth, and we crammed its mouth with heaping spoonfuls of self-centeredness. And now we were as selfish as a people could get. And now we had no more selfishness to feed. And now the beast has a taste for blood. And now our time is almost done. “What do we do?” asked a person on the brink.