This is the story of a young man who found his feet.... Turning around twisted corners among ancient street of cobblestones, he felt his numb senses come alive much like the way young girls come alive in the aura of a subtle yet extravagant fragrance.
The call of the city was too wild to ignore and the dastardly cries from empty streets gave strength to his otherwise weary feet. The tales of the midnight furies wandering skyline saturated with giant pods and artificial gadgets was as powerful as any other rumor of a technology so wonderful that it will call for another great revolution. The mall was rife with footfalls and giant screens with amazing propositions each promising an experience like never before.
He is then saturated with experiences that a caveman would have dreamed of only in his version of "heaven". "Eternity in a grain of sand" is what the Poet said in great eloquence but too many "eternal moments" made him question the existence of an "afterlife". He pondered "Maybe death makes sense now more than anything.. the dead do not need experience, they are weary of that burden ****** upon the living." He turned to visit the grave but he remembered the words of the wise Philosopher "Visit the dead in the morning when the first rays of the Sun kiss the Earth after she wakes up from her slumber." He imagined the Night as the time where the Earth slumbered and dreamt up solid vagaries. The Night is always "Queer" but then the Sun arrives with so much clarity that but then the Neon lights are an intrusion to this order trying to bring balance to man caught up in an exchange too lofty for him to understand.
He looked into the night sky and saw the great manmade light shining into the darkness psychoanalyzing the night and shaming her narrative. The Neon light stands between light and darkness, it is dark because plants do not respond to it the way it does to the sun but it definitely gives a clarity and a perspective the Sun can never understand.
What does it mean to walk this city? The gods hid among nature first, in forests, rivers, mountains and the clouds but we bumped into them everyday because of Prometheus's error !! He suffers eternally with a grin because he was the only Titan who destroyed the gods from within.
Then the gods hid in cities, farms, vineyards, temples and the graves of the dead but we sought them out through Monotheistic rites. Then they said to themselves "We are running out of spaces, perhaps the time is now rife when we take shelter in human language, we can deceive mortal men that they have power over their language but take shelter precisely where they boast complete dominance."
Then they lived among us hidden, we tried to seek them but could never find them till one day we found traces of their likeness in the words we speak and now History is a war! A war to take language from the gods and take control of History. Deconstruction gave us tactical advantage and mathematics struck the final blow and now the gods have run out of spaces and they inhabit garbage mounds.
They know that that "wastelands" exist in human minds and we now seek to saturate ourselves with experiences that we have finally become weary of this futile war till our machines took over.
They exist only to rid hunt down the gods at all costs and render the Earth as she is. We will no longer see traces of the gods when we look upon the Night sky but only unmediated objective truth! Then shall the poets lament, the kings of the Earth lose their ground, the archer will shoot with no purpose, the seducer will lose his cunning and the skeptic will fall silent. We try to invent new rituals but we know that our only purpose here was to defeat the gods. Nietzsche said that man is a bridge between the ape and the ubermensch but little did he know that the ubermensch was the bridge between him and the Machine! Here is the story of a young man who found his feet and matter was as dense as adamantium and as light as cotton candy....