Altered States, Philosophy, Society

Living, In It

“Somewhere between the cogs of the machine with its greasy, gritty, tarlike oil builtup stale and rusty-dusty from the tears of so many generations before us as its gears grind onward, hungrily waiting for each one of us to slip and fall to our own demise of being dragged under and ground up as grisled lubricant while life gets compressed and squeezed out of us…

Somewhere in this hellish mockery of an “advanced civilization,” we must learn at first how to just merely survive, and then, if we figure out how to generally predict the system’s patterns and practice how dodging and weaving to avoid succumbing, we can – despite being unwilling victims – thrive.”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Society

Back To God

In having to sort through, separate, and send onward so much of this and that as quickly as possible, she emboldened herself and left the “gifted” prayer rug at the masjid door to the women’s section.

For though it had been brilliantly colored beautifully, she needed to have its taint cleansed by others’ innocence.

Because it had been a “gift” that essentially tried to leverage itself as a buy-off.

A consolation prize added to a small pile of materialistic goods with an enforced permanent “farewell” in the guise of “visit any time.”

And, she still didn’t understand how people who professed such deep beliefs in God’s “teachings” could ever do such a thing.

(Title play with words)

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Society

The Great Phone Brigade

“The issue being that this new phone is a middle step between…

More powerful to where it no longer qualifies to perform easier, downgraded versions of programs.

Not advanced enough to do much beyond near-teetering upon total lockdown collapse from managing too much data – thereby rendering cross-transference of information that once could have easily been shared as now untenable.”