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Our lungs can feel it. And our souls know what is happening to our heads.
A wasteland of exhaustion is exploding everywhere. Our intellects are slowly imploding the atmosphere,
pompously drowning the world in a glamorous show of "creative" defecation.
We all know the truth, yet still we cling to pathological passivity, silently witnessing the dissolution of our universe. Do we not care? Or is it just to difficult to get involved?
What can I say? My generation stands united by its collective lust to get as "fazed" as humanly possible. A pollutionary bubble is pollinizing this planet, but we are caught in a doggish drunken fog, ignoring ourselves by engaging in a massive social self-hypnosis. This pathos has swollen our appetites for inquiry. At this very moment, ‘depth’ is a code word we routinely use to ease our shallow anxiety. And yet, what is more disgraceful and demeaning -- bringing sorrow to all who comprehend these words and certain ignominy to those who don’t -- the crème of our culture has the patent audacity to measure ‘goodness’ by the degree to which our senses become titillated by that sick media matrix, which seeks to extract currency from our wallets and drain the few remaining brain cells still swirling about in an incessantly deteriorating global cerebral vortex.
Can we stop this trance of non-thought ? I believe we can. Will we? I hope so, however, only time can attest to apathy's demise. Perhaps God will help us. But such help is always invisible, and if it is to come, it will work through human hands. So then, let us toil hard and struggle with vigilance, venturing with all our might to outwit this collective indifference, this nonsensical ‘blah’ which is responsible for dragging our spiritually impoverished existences into a hellish abyss of feigned bliss.
I believe victory can be ours, but only if we act fast. Today we must quit trying to recreate an earthly heaven governed by whim and fantasy, and start building an eternal paradise dedicated to love, peace, and sanity.
Please, I beg you, help in this great matter. Let us join together to bury, once and for all, this grave deception.
For the sake of our children’s children,
I implore you to extend the hand which is your heart
and heal the stranger who is really your brother.
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