14.10.24 - Every day is a cloth of gold

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Before I begin, I want to say that I have not been drinking regularly now for more days I can remember. It has done me a universe of good.

And now...

Yes, it is true, that the burden of the ego is a heavy one. The I Am is a complete nightmare and like the existence of suffering, it is hard to know what it's purpose is. Animals exist perfectly contentedly without the existence of one - as far as we know. Yes, it is true, they suffer, as we do, but really... this existence of the I - who knows why it exists.

For aeons, humankind has tried to make sense of it. We invented gods. Yesterday I was listening to the service and was wondering why is the entire focus of the service about suffering? It's so needlessly soaked in the misery of human existence and the glorification of a god who is above it all - literally above it all. 

Human life is not miserable. It is miserable because we have chosen to make it miserable. Mainly by handing over control to assholes. 

But everyday is a cloth of gold. That is our life. Literally. It is infused by the light of the sun. It is bathed in gold and it is filled with the warmth of its rays. The entire Earth is given this gift and yet we somehow have managed to take it and fuck it up. Nevermore so than in this time. Can we decolonise our minds? Can we live in a postcolonial world, not a neocolonial one? 

I think we must, we have no choice. If we continue along this path we will be sleepwalking off a cliff. We must wake up and start building a new road, a new path, one which says no actually, I will not be manipulated by the stupids. I will not fall into the idiocy. I will bring myself to bear and I will not look for the easy answers to problems which do not exist.

Everyday is a cloth of gold and I will be the tailor which will make the cloak which I wear.

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