Paradigmes just dont change...
But a man dies to what he saw or it's just that the delusional hyperbole of superficial plastic people to whom he might have given some authority, just went and disappeared, left him gawking, alone in the dark!
Wading in the receding tides of some spent vital energy?
Humanity doesn't exist. But a Man does. As all men do to some extent. As all creatures do.
There is the waxing and waning of their deathly soul that tells of its strides across the dragon's tracks between the heavens and the earth.
History has always been, those lies that men tell themselves when in the dark, around a burnt offering or some campfire in the wilderness. ...just so they can chase the boogie man haunting them in the great void of dire needs!...and send him off, far far away! Eat and go to bed, and then thrive...again, etc.
History is make believe. And what you yourself can remember, becomes, if you will, a mythology. Perhaps useful? A story to be told. To think about seriously or not? To laugh at or not?
A history for old women and sterile men. When bored unfortunately.
Are there parallel break away civilizations clandestinely hobbled somewhere, hidden in the fringe amongst the hypnotized demented of this real cute world?
But surely they as well, have history books and mathematical equations in their moments of travail and ingenious efforts, literature some poetry, perhaps some Keats? ...while they yearn to escape death, as well their purposeful lies with their innocuous story telling near the fire in the night somewhere?
Surely there must be some kind of devil, frightens them as well, with stories of some so called stupendous horrible thing coming to their world to achieve some great and disastrous END?
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| Nosce te ipsum |
There is no paradigme shift.
But surely somewhere along the line of sincere inquiry, a blindfold fell?
You were...hoodwinked!
