there is no more to see.

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Unfortunately, I’m going to kill this song for myself. To fall in love is a torturous affair, because to be embraced by that change is a magic that fades as you reach out to it. There is a destruction that occurs rapidly with instant information. There was once something precious that the internet has destroyed, that of the lack of access. All media is now consumable, accessible, and thus destructible. The bomb in the mind is set off and produces an explosion so powerful that one forces it out, lest it consume them.

That is my mind at the moment. Full, too full, always thinking, processing, lauding, loving, destroying. There is nothing that is consumed that has real value anymore. Tell me of what you consumed and I will tell you that the act of consuming it destroys the essence of its purity. Blindness is the only acceptable state, to accept the profound loss that we experience daily. The loss of our sanity not to the noise, but to acquiescence to a reality so powerful that we are gripped like a helpless child, struggling only to exist in a state that is without concern, a state of disregard for self.

To disregard that self for even a moment is to be freer than we have ever experienced our freedom, but we fear that by slipping into that state, the rest of the world will fall away. That the importance of all things will seem petty and corrupt, because it is indeed so. Speak to me, mercies of capitalism, mercies of construction! What bells do you toll for us, what do you portend and construct on the rooftops where you shout that we are more than what we once were? No, we are nothing. We are the idle constructions of a mind that is built with the malice of self.

The truest madness is that we reserve ourselves. That we pride ourselves into acceptance, acquiescence towards the imagined foe. There is nothing here for us. Simply the continuation of a loss which we cannot grasp. We seek to save that which never needed saving, ignoring the simple reality that in doing so, we cannot save ourselves. Such selfless foolishness. If we are to be selfish, then selfishly save existence. Acquiesce to the extension of the self that is without reason, if only for a moment. Free thy self from inception. From the creation of meaning, of naming, of symbols. Be without, within.

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