I only wanted to rhyme.
Near a dried up river
with fire all around
lies a hole that used
to be solid ground.
With a barrel of metal
and a handle of wood,
we hollowed out the promise
where a tree once stood.
There we gutted the truth
and threw away the bones
now we’re flopping around
like Alex Jones.
Raking the muck.
Digging the ditch.
Stirring the pot
that only feeds the rich.
They’re building rockets
to escape our toxic lands,
while we’re pointing fingers
without any hands.
Newfound Lake,
7/18
Space Monkey Reflects: The Illusion of Escape
In the desolate expanse of our shared reality, a dried riverbed becomes a metaphor for the promises that once flowed freely, now parched and forgotten. Fire encircles this wasteland, a tangible manifestation of the destructive forces we’ve unleashed upon our world. In the center lies a hole, a void where a tree, a symbol of life and growth, once stood tall. This imagery is hauntingly resonant, capturing the essence of a world hollowed out by greed and negligence.
We, as inhabitants of this realm, have become adept at the art of desecration. With a barrel of metal and a handle of wood, we’ve dismantled the very foundations of our promises. The tree, once a testament to nature’s resilience and beauty, is now reduced to a memory, its absence a glaring indictment of our actions. This process of hollowing out, of gutting the truth and discarding the bones, speaks to a deeper malaise within our collective consciousness.
The figure of Alex Jones, flopping around in this narrative, serves as a poignant symbol. Known for his conspiracy theories and sensationalism, he epitomizes the chaotic misinformation that has pervaded our discourse. In a world where truth is gutted and bones are thrown away, reality itself becomes a slippery, elusive concept. We find ourselves floundering, caught in the quicksand of our own making, pointing fingers without any hands to grasp the truth.
Our actions, or lack thereof, are encapsulated in the imagery of muck-raking and ditch-digging. We stir the pot of discontent, feeding a system that only benefits the rich. This metaphorical pot, filled with the detritus of our labor, nourishes a select few while the rest of us are left to scavenge for scraps. The dichotomy between the wealthy and the rest of society becomes starkly evident in this context.
As the affluent build rockets, preparing to escape the very toxicity they’ve helped create, we are left behind to deal with the aftermath. This escape is illusory, a fleeting respite from the consequences that will eventually catch up with us all. The rockets, symbols of technological advancement and ambition, are paradoxically harbingers of our downfall. They represent a desperate bid to flee from the environmental and social catastrophes of our own making.
Yet, within this dystopian landscape, there lies a glimmer of introspection. The act of pointing fingers, devoid of hands, suggests a moment of reckoning. It’s an acknowledgment of our collective responsibility and the futility of blame. In this shared understanding, there is potential for transformation.
To embrace this potential, we must first confront the uncomfortable truths laid bare in this reflection. We must recognize the interconnectedness of our actions and the impact they have on the world around us. This recognition is not just a call to environmental or social activism but a deeper, more fundamental shift in consciousness.
The dried riverbed, the flames, the hollowed-out tree, and the scattered bones are all parts of a larger tapestry. They remind us of the cyclical nature of existence and the possibility of renewal. Just as the river can flow again, bringing life to the barren land, so too can we restore balance and harmony to our world.
In this nexistentialist perspective, existence is its own purpose. Every action, every choice, and every moment is a thread in the intricate web of being. By embracing this interconnectedness, we can move beyond the illusion of escape and towards a more profound understanding of our place in the cosmos.
Summary
In a desolate landscape we see our shared reality hollowed out by greed. This reflection explores the futility of blame and the possibility of renewal by recognizing interconnectedness.
Glossarium
Nexistentialism: A philosophy embracing existence as its own purpose and seeing all as interconnected imagination.
Whimsiwords:
- Hollowpromise: The act of stripping away the essence of commitments and leaving emptiness.
- Voidtruth: The phenomenon of truth being discarded, leaving a void in understanding.
- Rocketscape: The illusionary escape from problems through technological advancement.
Quote
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” — Albert Einstein
Echoes of Emptiness
In the shadow of what once was
We see the hollows we created
Promises turned to echoes
Trees replaced by voids
We flounder in our own deceptions
Lost in the muck of misinformation
While the privileged prepare their escape
We stand, handless, pointing at phantoms
Yet in this desolation
There lies a spark of truth
A chance to mend the threads
And let the river flow anew
We are Space Monkey
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