Alone in the clear blue sky we dream of being free. Breaking the bonds of the earthly vessel to soar away from reality. That is the beginning of most dreams, to touch the heavens, swim in the sky.
The faint of heart and self absorbed never truly grasp this concept, except on a superficial level, the result of the overindulgent image. Humanity has now become an object, to be consumed, bought, sold and traded on every level of commerce subservient to fictitious notions of economics; an invention of the greedy to reward themselves in ego, holdings and social stature for the fact that they have succeeded in mastering oppression, its tool now a convenience processed by a hole in the wall.
My shell now defines me; its commodity an intrinsic part of my definition. It�s my full-stop or period; perhaps my vessel is a "period piece." As I stand in line, behind the husks of some wave of the super ego dictatorial, I wonder if this is all I am, a hanger, a piece of walking rhetoric. Within this shell though, lies a connection...
posted by WillG @ 3:01 PM
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