To Arms!

Our Generation has had
no Great war
no Great Depression
Our war is spiritual - Our depression is our lives

Chuck Palahniuk

Well I am armed. Hands clinching a pen.
Typing at my keyboard
I fight in mind - I fight online
I seek - I find

Seeking out yourself isn't the easiest task.
We are given more choices than ever before
We have more paths to go than before
But is it better this way ?

One should know the basic outlines of history,
Know that our existance as we know it
is the cause of a Big Bang some 14 billion years ago or so
That 1.8 million German soldiers invaded Poland Sept. 1 1939
... but still find room to store the information that
Brand A washing powder does the job better than B
and not to forget that Designer C's shirts are soooo last year

We should know the basics of metabolism and biology
but still be able to set that aside to just don't give a shit and sip a Coke
an acidic liquid containing colorized sugar with additives.

Read the news, watch the 10 o'clock news read up on the classic litterature
but still be able to sit back and let us get stupified by consuming
hours after hours of TV-adds, full-page commercials for a pair of socks
and sing ourselves to bed to the tunes of a radio-jingle

It's because we're so trapped in our culture,
in the being of being human on this planet
with the brains we have,
and the same two arms and legs everybody has.
We're so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape
would be just another part of the trap.
Anything we want, we're trained to want.

Chuck Palahniuk

Well at least I know I am trapped ...
Trapped in the ekorrhjul - that is at least a start
Knowing there is a problem is half the solution isn't it ?

But luckily there are moments of joy as well ....
Spread out on the great weave of life
You just need to notice them
To pick the daffodils and bring them in your memory
and put them there in a beautiful vase

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

William Wordsworth

L.W. 2007