I've had to many delightful experiences in my years to say the least. Too much fun and glee - not that the matter that fun doesn't happen in today's world - but it's more of a matter that it's too controlled and watered down to be what I grew up with as "Fun".
All forms of recreation is labelled today. Tallied, bar-coded, translated to binary and processed by a computer in the most efficient way. Vacations or family trips - let alone family structures - don't exist any more. Freedom of transportation is now a fleeting memory. We claim that people can't buy happiness - yet people think they buy and sell it every day. And the things that can't be bought, this list, shrinks more and more as the attempt to "modernize" everything sinks in.
And nobody notices.
But me.
You can't buy good weather. You can't buy perfect kids grown in test tubes, and you can't buy or medicate people in happiness and a good time. For one, if a god exists, we won't allow it. For two, it's flat out evil.
You can't buy snowball fights or soccer games or all-nighters with your best friends and games of hide-n-seek (in the dark, mind you) in the basement. The pursuit of "pleasantville" and happily-ever-after will be the end of us and our civilization, not to mention that people seek these things at any cost.
And when I see those squirrels dancing on the power lines and scavenging for another nut my heart warms. And when I see that our style of life has geographical and metereological limits - that every place is not suitable for building a housing development and that the wrath of mother nature is limitless, I smile. Not at the tragedy, but at the realization that life, in all it's forms and all of it's natural liberty always ressurects itself in more powerful forms against this evil of happily-ever-after we aim for ourselves.
I'm not sure on religion, but I am sure that peace, happiness, subsistence and independence and liberty is up for grabs for anyone wishes to climb that tree and pick that fruit.
And as the sun's wrath continues, and Atlas gets his revenge, we witness ourselves getting fried up like ants under a hoodlum's magnifying glass. The only solution is to a) stop living like ants looking for another queen/king ant to worship like Martin Luther King or John or Bobby Kennedy and b) accept reality and take action. And don't tell me people don't live like ants, I've seen pictures of child laborers working in mineshafts the size of a vent shute, so don't bullshit me.
I ask you, do you have the balls to ressurect what remains of western democracy or are we headed for the apocolypse and maybe one day we could be eating soylent green. So bring fun back, let kids be kids. Do that, and all else will follow. We should stop thinking of the kids, and start letting the kids think for themselves like any decent human being would should and can.
Suburbia is thawing, it is only a matter of time until we accept that our lifestyles can no longer continue themselves and that our society as we know it is doomed for great and drastic change. It isn't the end, but rather, it's the beginning. The beginning of a better civilization.
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In short, you don't fuck mother nature, mother nature fucks you.