|"No other technique for the conduct of life attaches the individual so firmly to reality as laying emphasis on work; for his work at least gives him a secure place in a portion of reality, in the human community."|
Where do you fit in?
We spend much of our lives rationalising our ego-centric goals:
Justifying selfish thoughts with selfless, utilitarian premises.
In this way our idealised vision of ourselves is perpetuated,
Simultaneously providing a costume in which to mingle with society.
Only in safety and privacy do we feel comfortable stripping off the clothes that bind us,
Like a lunatic having their straight jacket removed once securely inside their cell for the night.
Being seen for what you truly are is terrifying, as well as electrifying:
Nakedness is sacred, and thus so too is privacy.
We paint the protruding bulge of our desires with pleasing colours and shapes,
Something like a chameleon, fat with stolen honey.
This grotesque attire is necessary when great numbers of animals congregate,
Social cohesion requires a source uniformity, a common ground.
Yet the cultural conforms, like social poly-filler, seals its subjects into place,
Restricting free movement of mind and body.
Certain techniques and substances dissolve the grid of deceit,
Revealing the landscape below and above:
By liberating the individual from the deeply worn tracks that we tread,
They are given the chance to climb out of that network of trenches and walk a new path.
Why else would the most powerful psycho-social solvents,
Those that break down doors, rather than painstakingly picking the lock,
Why else would these soma be rejected within a rigid social framework?
You have options:
|Meld with the group mind|
|Become one within your self|