Past the point of no return

Try to remain passive and aloof. Every nook and cranny of the mundane world is occupied with politicking. Well what do you know, my hat just fell into the ring! Opinions, opinions, opinions. we believe we know better. The mind is clever and very dangerous. Self observation yields frightening results, damning revelations. ‘what da ya mean i’m a copy cat?!’ Our psyche sponges and steals. And get this: it has the audacity to lay claim to some sort of authenticity - give me a break! I have a funny feeling this has all been said before, and this is nothing more than a montage of echoes - echoes that have already been uttered, are being uttered and will be uttered. Yet the propaganda machine rattles on. All it needs is practitioners to input the formula. Hey presto. Stop your wise-acring and answer the fucking question will you! Maya realised, man-made. It wraps its imperceptible tentacles around us. Gentling choking us – a little shock never did no one no harm! Fear blow: reason shattered. In the grip of an illusionary beast. Marx’s optimism was endearing. Though the plutocracy evolved and all we have left is to discuss the ethics of battery hens. A thing born into and exists under dire circumstances cannot realise the barbarism it suffers. Habituated is the word. Well thank you, Mr. Civilisation. Life expectancy improved – check, medical break-through – check. Hang on a minute what did you do with enchantment? An ‘iron cage of what??’ – rationality