Keep Walking

Below are random thoughts inspired by the adrenaline rush and hot sweaty flushes normarly associated with post-nightmare stress. I have been having my fair share of those currently. Very graphic ones to be exact but nothing close to T.G.I.F . In fact, any dream-to-movie adaptation enthusiast with links to Quentin Tarantino or Neill Blomkamp should hook us up immediately to work on a sequel to District 9 or something.

Nightmares. That's what they call bad, terrfying dreams. It doesn't matter whether it happens during the day or night, maybe due to the fact that one voluntarily engulfs him or herself in a darkness otherwise known as sleep before being a victim of one's own lucid imagination. It is the dead of the night, the darkness, the black hue essentially that is associated with all things crudely evil and sinister. And thus, is the same perception of night. A point in time when Death feels most at home to wander about. When the filth of the world desperately attempt to redem their egos by slashing throats and robbing the weak of their innocence.

However, the close-minded masses fail to realise that darkness in itself could at times represent the beginning of rebirth. A position or state of complete ignorance that affords the opportunity of a more fulfilling education than he who thinks he knows something. Without it, we can't have that proverbial light bulb moment, can we? This talk of the darkest hour being before dawn isn't just gum flapping. Perhaps, this line of thought would give a more positive significance of the 3pm darkness during Jesus' crucifixion. Death, the ugliest manifestation of darkness, bringing forth a New Realisation of eternal life.

Now let us narrow our point of interest to this Life-Death phenomenon as the best representatives of Light and Darkness. Again, few will notice the lack of significant difference between Life and Death. Somehow, it seems the more we die, the more we tend to live and vice versa. Take the death of MJ and more recently Patrick Swayze. What was the world's reaction? We flooded all the social networks with endless (sometimes pointless) blabber. Hasn't it been quite a while since we witnessed such an "outburst of life". Only we tend to forget that this weird demonstration of life as it were almost led to the demise of Google.

They seem to feed one another, Life and Death, like shipwrecked cannibals too ignorant to draw lots and chose who should consume who first. Holding one another in false friend bear hugs, fearing that when the decide to let go, each may not be fast enough to draw a weapon against the other. Could this be the reason why teenagers with bloated bellies suck the life out of the DNA inside them? To LIVE how they want to live, right? The same reason why great composers and artists of our lifetime have to die young yet the men who have been treacherously snatching purses and raping our ideals live on to near blindness? It reaches a point whereby it makes little diference calling Death Life and Life Death.

Quite a depressing picture. Perhaps too depressing without a supreme beings. . .gods to salve the wounds caused by the flux of unanswered questions in our heads and a place to which we can draw a nexus between our own suffering and to where we have the hopes of taking a divine vacation when we finally "die". Never mind that most of us are born dead and a good many more born dying. A heaven. Somewhere with the incentive to make us stuff ourselves with enough C4 to bring down KICC and blow ourselves into tiny bits that will hopefully be reassembled, at least the penile parts for without a hard ons, our 72 virgins will be in vain. I wonder if there are 72 sexual positions. . .hmm. We need to make ourselves believe that there is a greater experience out there than the Life/Death we purport to "live".

The way things are at the moment, Life, Death or whatever it is we are going through is like an endless trek in the Sahara Desert much like the 19th century slavery scenarios. There we are walking naked in the sands of time, shackled to each other, our fitness and will for MANuFACture tested to the utmost limit. Life whipping us mercilessly from the back while Death tugs at our shackles at the front. Its all about motion. The weak and limp who can't keep up are left behind and buried in the Hammatarn dirt. Pregnant women give birth and miscarry on the go. You have to piss on the one in front of you and defacate at the feet of the one behind.

The main aim in all this is similar to that which you have when being led by unkown assailants at knife point or to a mass grave in Rwanda or Mount Elgon with a gun poking your ribs - KEEP WALKING. . .

Keep Walking. . .

Just Keep Walking. . .