Common ground.
It might be the only answer.
So you don’t meet in my world and I don’t meet in yours.
If you could abandon the hierarchy and comparison?
Maybe.
Maybe you wouldn’t kill each other.
A relationship doesn’t tend to work if one person has the power, and you’ll notice the power struggle in unhealthy ones.
And they tend to eat themselves, eventually…
War throws a wrench into my head, some level of fear that cannot otherwise be experienced.
Can’t simulate it.
Makes me sad like a child, being so helpless, you have no hand in any of it and still, you’re tied to it.
Because of when and where you were born.
People might be able to talk on common ground, elusive ,but not impossible.
There was something about a table,,
I think it was World War 2, Japan refused to meet in a room where their table was smaller than the allies.
They refused to be anything but equal.
And the Russians suggested
“A round table”
No higher, no lower, no status in this game.
Might be Vietnam I’m thinking of,,,can’t remember,…
We are monkeys and we are awake and we are alive.
And we talk.
And we came into this insanely complex world, and we were given these insanely complex brains,
And we’re scared.
And we see that it is so temporary.
We clutch onto what we love and we are absolutely willing to fight and die for it.
And we love to eat.
And we love “stuff”.
And we love being comfortable.
And safe.
And we’re aware that we only live for a blink.
Those are all facts,, to me.
Hard realities.
So if you pictured all those thoughts pressed into a ball, and you held it in your hand and thought
“How do I hack this?”
Imagination.
Eternal life.
Now reality becomes “we live forever and our God is right”
Holy war.
A system is born.
And after a few thousand years, the snakes figured out a way to let it move parallel to the other system.
“God needs loot”
Ya don’t say…
Control.
Genocide.
Manipulation.
Exploitation of biology.
(La la la,,the end of the world)
A fear trick they like.
This beautiful world you observe, it’s about five minutes from being on fire, but,, if you’re a good person, the next one will be even better.
Might not matter to you.
You might not even give second thought to fairy tales.
But uh,,, people die for them.
Frequently.
They kill.
Makes me feel very afraid, but I understand it’s just a mood.
Comes and goes.
At a minimal , it should make you sad.
Even if you believe in nothing.
(Which also makes sense)
We can agree
“It’s crazy”.
I don’t have to be able to chapter and verse it, I know the stories.
I don’t want to hate people.
dawn 