This Planet Sucks
The lush red lips of the Earth may beckon, the seductive sensuality of the material world tempts us all but be wary of this temptress, do not chow down on the round blue fruit of the tree of earthliness or you will dwell among the fallen - because those luscious lips conceal great fangs - those lips are made for sucking, baby, and they'll suck the life blood right out of you - suck out all the passion, all the imagination, all the fun, and leave you a barren Waste Land of a being too caught up in the trivialities of the mundane to care about dreams anymore - you'll lose your Self to the process of living and forget what you were and what you wanted to become - you will let the vile seductress Earth define you and forget how to define your Self. So turn, turn from the lush red smackers of this soul-sucking vixen - turn inward and outward and discover a multiverse of infinite possibility which awaits all who dare to DisBelieve
It's The End of the World As We Know It And I Feel Fine
Reality as we know it is not as certain as we believe it to be. It is an Idea we grow inside of and believe to be real. It surrounds us – blocks out any truth beyond itself but it is the ultimate lie and though this lie conceals and blinds us to whatever is beyond it we are not so wholly circumscribed as vision were impossible for there are cracks in the firmament seen by the brilliant and the mad – those who THINK and QUESTION and refuse to acknowledge the limitations imposed on our beings by the world around us – The Great Deceptor: Earth – but call into question and seek out the tiny fragments of light that suggest to us that there is more than we have been lead to believe. There is more than what we know – knowledge is deception for what is is not knowable but can be felt if you can just reach inside yourself and imagine The Vortex.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Vortex and it doesn’t exist somewhere in outer space – you don’t need the space shuttle or The Starship Enterprise to find it – it is at the center of all things: it is in the minds of all sentient beings – and those who discover THEIR Vortex know the power to transcend known reality – and once found The Vortex grows inside with each passing contemplation with each passing refusal to believe the lie that truth is reality until it breaks us free, collapsing the firmament and we see our so-called reality shatter and crumble and fall to our feet in pieces and our eyes now open see beyond, whatever beyond may be, and we sing to ourselves that song we’ve heard (by REM or GBS, whichever version you prefer. . .) and know now, for ourselves, we’ve made it so. . .
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