I want to tell you what is happening in the culture

Our people are afraid
They do not know how they are going to die
But even more frightening is how they are going to live

What does it mean to live?

How do you live?

Are you aware of yourself?

We are very aware our own being
We have consciousness
But we can only see what is physical
We feel things
Anger
Joy
Pain
Jealousy
Fear

Let me see if I can explain it

I feel pain
So I exist
I cannot feel your pain
But I can imagine it
I fear for my children
therefore they are as real
as I perceive them to be
in the light of my anxiety
If I see you
is my conclusion clouded
by the mere fact of perception?
Would I know you better
had I never met you?
Would it be better
if I never knew you?
Because then
I could not describe you
and my silence
might be closer to the truth
leaving you as everyone else
but deviant
in terms of more or less
depending on your perceptions
of who you are
and how you should interact
If I experience you
do I know you?
Or do I only know you
as I affect you?
Can I tell another
about you?
Or will my perception
**** my objectivity?
Is it better not to experience
as a method of knowing?
Is it better
that I not verify who you are?
Instead only imagining
without the use of my senses?
Shall I close my eyes?
My ears?
My mind?
Can only a baby be objective?
Is pain the only objective feeling?
I knew pain at birth
But knew nothing else
What do I know now?
I know what makes me happy
I see what happens to others
I hope it doesn't happen to me
But I have little idea
in the point of all this
I know as much as I did the day I was born
Will you live in a better world
if you are not described
by me?
If I hear what you say
how can I know what you mean?
Are you being sincere?
Or calculated?
Are you understanding
what it is you say?
Am I understanding
what you say
when I cannot know
if you understand
what you say?
All I can know
is that you take up space
And that time has passed
But how can I know this?
I cannot occupy the same space
Though I heard your utterance
I am not waiting for it
It happened
And so time
has passed
as I know time to be
So there must be space
and time
Because I am affected
By time and space
And so I am
But are you?
Does A equal A?
It does if I don’t question
what I see
or what I hear
But if I speak
then you are lost
because I only perceive you
as an object
But do I know?

Do you see what I’m saying?
Maybe you can explain it to me
You came here and I’m the first person you encountered
If you leave after talking to me you may know everything you need to know
But I’m not the answer to any of your questions
I live here
For a while anyway
We believe lots of things about why we are here
We believe lots of things about what happens when we die
Do you die?
We do
And if we are good at anything it’s not thinking about dying
It is too overwhelming to think about
We are not good when things overwhelm us

People are born and they die
Born?
What does it mean to be born?
It means to come into existence
But you must come into existence from someone who already exists
And it is painful for them
And it will become more painful for them as it grows apart from its creator

People die as they expire
They die as they are killed
Dying is when your time is up
Being killed is when someone else takes your time
But we don’t know

Do you know fear?
We do
For ourselves
And our culture

What is our culture?

It can be many things
It can be the color of our skin
It can be the language we speak
It can be where we were born
But really it’s in the way we think
We start with our mother
Our Father
Our brother
Our sister

Then it becomes more
It becomes about where we belong

We hate being alone

We hate being alone

I can’t say that enough

Did you know we judge one another?

What does it mean to judge?

It means to decide who is worthy and who is not

How do we judge?

It doesn’t matter how we judge
We just do
We pick whatever it may be that makes us feel better
The color of their skin
The language that they speak
Where they were born
The way they think

But usually it is about our circumstances
We don’t like poor people
But it’s really because we want to believe they made themselves that way
It’s a superiority complex rooted in our desperation

It’s not good enough anymore to just eat and live in a hut
Yes, we want comfort
We don’t like to be too hot or too cold
We don’t like to feel hungry
We don’t like to be uncomfortable

Why is it so hard to be comfortable?

I don’t know
It just is
We have to work very hard to be comfortable
Not just for a day
But for our entire life

We love it when we don’t have to work so hard
But it’s not good enough not to work
We must go somewhere
A different place
A mountain
An ocean
A place with old buildings

Then there’s drugs

That is how we escape as we sit
Or stand

You see most people cannot change their minds
Not their opinions
Their minds
Not as they sit there
Something artificial must do it for them
Or they must wait a long time
But they have to want to change their minds
And they have to know how
But nobody teaches us very well
Some people act like they know how to teach us
But we have to do it ourselves

The strongest people we know are those who know they are going to die
Yew, we all know we’re going to die
But we are ok as long as we don’t know when
But when someone say’s when
Or soon
Then it’s on
That’s when you know you are alive
And it’s like being on a drug
Because your mind changes
And everyone is amazed by your strength
We can’t imagine knowing
We don’t want to know
The only way we can survive is to know we have a long life ahead of us

And yet we continue to struggle

Let me tell you what is happening in the culture

We cannot decide why we are here
We cannot decide how we got here
Did someone create us?
Or did we just happen?
Neither choice is easy to understand
Or accept
So we divide ourselves
But those who believe we were created have divided even further

It seems they want to be the chosen people

They want to be the ones who are the favorite of the creator

Why?

Because we are afraid

The most difficult thing it seems for a human is to believe in equality
This means you are the same as everyone else
But it matters that we are not
We want to be special
We write books about it
We sing songs about it
We pray about it

The only way to be equal is to believe the same thing
If you do not believe as does another then you are not equal
Or so it seems
You are different
Yet the creator remains silent

So we believe Shamans

Wise men from India

People who reject the ways of money

Or at least those who appear to reject money

And yet they need money too

But there is something new to consider
You
You have not been included in our consciousness
We wondered about you
But you are not a part of our beginning or how we end as a species
We think we are all there is

But that is no longer true

So what does it mean?

That is what is going on with the culture
The search for meaning
Is there more than to live
To love our children
To love another human being
Is there more to it than that?

Do you know?

You see we are not very interesting
Unless fear means something to you
Unless you enjoy watching people do things that make no sense
Unless you enjoy cruelty
Unless you enjoy greed
Unless you enjoy lies
Unless you enjoy conflict

Then we are a very interesting species

But we cannot tell you how to live

Because we don't know how

We don't know how to live or how to die

So we wait for an answer

Do you have one?

It may just be watching Joe Cocker screaming about getting help from his friends

Maybe you should talk to someone else