*DISCLAIMER- This is not an article, it does not have an intro-body-conclusion, it follows no set pattern etc etc. Please do not analyze this overmuch.*
Have you ever looked around you and felt this all consuming urge to know? That soul searing need. To knock at the star spangled sky and SHOUT OUT to the heavens, “Hello? Is anyone there?” and wait with one ear cocked in the hope to hear the indecipherable mutterings of little green men…or yellow…or red…or blue? Have you looked around at the vast expanse of flat ground, the majestic sublimity of the towering mountains, the limitless sky above and felt consumed…diminished? Us, the conquerors of Earth, those who own it! Have you looked at the millions of ants underfoot, scurrying hurriedly at their tasks? Multitudes of insects buzzing in the dead of the night? The chattering birds…the sighing forests…and have you wondered…what do I know? Can I know at all? Or am I limited by the boundaries of human intelligence and too vain to acknowledge those limits? Conqueror, indeed!
Have you ever looked? Just observed your fellow man…the world you live in…observed- like an alien? Ever felt your words go alien on your tongue…your own body contort into a grotesque bizarre form? Ever soaked the inanity of strange rituals…like that of placing your bodily digit in contact with that of another organism and shaking it while your lips stretch like an elastic about to bust? Have you looked at men scurrying on streets, backs hunched, scowls on faces…mistrust and disinterest pulsing in air heavy with the stench of the mundane? What are these metal contraptions of gaudy colours that belch smoke and clog the streets like rivers of so much slow moving tar? What are these obscene structures? Like so many boxes stacked on top of each other…all the same? How are they so different from ant-hills or bee hives or…rat holes?
Have you ever been hit by the contingency of it all? Struck by a bone deep realization that you being here was just a game of chance? That you will take the next breath is nothing but a gamble? Have you ever wondered if the great human race is still alive, smothered somewhere under the meaningless and mundane, the norm? Was there a time when houses were a labour of love and not extortion of labour and mass contracts? Were there men moved by passion, by dreams, by honour? When a farmer felt one with his land? When a painter was humbled by his art? When architects were sculpting space and moulding mass…creating beauty and awe and efficiency? Where are all the Howard Roark’s of the world? What moves men now? Are we moved by survival? To live the lengthy life of a sloth? What moves men if they are so unmoved? Why do they slave from sun up to sun down if their only evening entertainment is mirth brought on by I hate my life/my job/my boss jokes? If from Monday to Friday they await Saturday and in the zenith of youth they await retirement so they can finally live life? Have you ever been struck right between the eyes by the pretense? Slathered it all over your body? Slipped in it and fallen flat on your face?
Have you ever wished to travel in time and be able to possess people? To know what it was like to die fighting, staring the enemy in the face…the life and death of a warrior? Or what must it have been like to be Galileo, or Socrates? To fight for truth and honour…to take it till the end? Or be the Wright Brothers during the first flight? Or to conquer nature and stand victorious at the summit of Everest? Or to journey into uncharted seas and look for unspoiled land? Have you ever been consumed by the thrill of living your dream, living with passion, your breath fire, your spirit boundless as the sky? Rising above and beyond the mundane and finding adventure and purpose in life? And have you ever been struck by the realization that just by desiring that you’ve risen to take flight? That just by understanding what drove the mighty of mankind you’ve joined the ranks? That you might never understand…never find the meaning of life but your life WILL be meaningful. You might never know the purpose of life but your life WILL be purposeful. That in acknowledging and fighting the pretense, the suffocating cocoon of safety, you have chosen freedom. And have you ever wondered if indeed it is you who has chosen freedom, or if perhaps we are all condemned to be FREE?