We all smell the same now. Party with duplicate talkshows.
Even the dog brothers and sisters howl the routine cry.
Popping Dolo 650 pills and eat matching social media newsfeed
like a mad earthworm in a field.
Why toss a coin
when we can look at the scatter graph fed on
identical samples.
so
no
eureka in the speaker.
this is the divine comedy
by Kafka’s cockroaches.
try a different candy
now and then.
drop the thesis statements.
at least
don’t sell your soul on Saturdays and Sundays.
We hide the guilt
of no-creation and inaction
with consumption.
Terence McKenna
believes that we are golems now,
sedated by TV fixes.
We don’t care about the nightmares anymore.
We hate the awakeners and salute the sleepers.
We talk but not behave.
Fancy themselves in solo trips
yet too busy to flow.
living is a to-do list now
and eating like a cow
we miss the wow and the tao.
Go home, captain.
The quicksands of life
demand an original footwork
not the paths treaded by strangers
or the winds of nameless atoms.
you need trust in this desert
to follow your own law and constitution
and a heart that never breaks
when the tribunal judges you
for stupidity and the losing of mind.
the truly mad ones
need just few candles to stroll the blackholes
and the help of friends to fill the holes of soul.
they don’t mind the dirt or the hurt.
the ship knows the way
stop captaining and complaining.
when the time comes
the compass shall burn to call the north pole’s dream.
Man thinks he’s a mini-god
he doesn’t accept
it is what it is kind of stuff
though he says, talks and writes about it.
he roars everyday
despite the fear and the faltering
he tries the alter the darling roads.
too much left brainy
and too stingy
he ain’t got time to bleed
as said by Jesse Ventura.
but he’s a boiled potato
juts putting a dumb show.
he handles everything with a coffee
and a toffee
to speak the holiest of all words
i.e.
I am fine or takes a deep breath
as if it changes something.
man is sensitive
but gets shit done.
fakes it and makes it.
Tricks of the mind to avoid difficult tasks:
1. Rushing through things.
2. Producing inferior work to create a false sense of achievement.
3. Engaging us in trivial tasks to stay busy.
Abusing and insulting someone is a coping mechanism of the mind
to manage our own fears, ignorance and feelings of inadequacy, thereby
creating a false sense of superiority over others.
Given enough time and stupidity, we can rationalise almost anything.
Impatience = 90% errors.
Our psychological state (A.K.A the state of mind) is far more important in making a decision than data or fact-checking.
Illusion of control i.e. The faith in our ability to fix a crisis is often built on:
1. Baseless assumptions. Being either lazy or scared to question our unverified theories or inferences. We love mental inertia.
2. Belief in monocausal explanations. There is never only a single factor that caused something.
3. Biased to think that we are free from bias. We are the irrational apes. We believe in flat earth, mermaids, and witches.
Better be serious about the problem than the situation.
Forget the circus and focus on the play.
Thy Vox 