once upon a time...

Once upon a time, I had a dream… or at least I think I had one…

In fact, I am pretty sure I had many dreams…

As time passed, I struggled to realize the fact that it is extremely unhealthy to have such things. You run the risk of developing critical thinking and then you know what follows… You reject being institutionalized, you rebel, you form your own opinion, you talk back to those that know better for you than you do and other such obscene and ludicrous behaviors… And that leads to alternative behaviors, leads to stress, leads to doubts, leads to rejection and other nice fat titles…

Nonetheless, I maintained the illusion of having dreams. I opposed the notion that I would – as so many before me – fall prey to the machine and its system. I fought back! I attacked! I defended… I won a few, lost a few, but in the end, it was pretty much a draw… But as with any struggle, any fight… it is never about how good you are, how big you are, how mean you are or anything…

It’s all about how many of you are there… I found out the hard way that numbers win, not the best, not the right or righteous, not the wrong, not the good, nor the evil – there are no such things… Only numbers… She who controls the numbers controls the fate… If 1000 of you fuckers say that black is white, and 900 of them fuckers say the opposite, you will have a stand still… for a while… eventually though, the prevailing opinion will be that of the many… and then the argument will be forgotten, and you will move on… and so on… Until next time someone comes along with a new statement….

Only problem is, that I had a dream… and my dream did not want numbers nor did it entail them…it only wanted peace and quiet. Isolation. Independence. Nature. Trees. Animals. Freedom. And apparently, my dream was a threat to something. Because the effort invested to stop that dream from happening is a shock.

Nature got annihilated; freedom got suppressed and controlled with any means necessary. Independence became a trading commodity. Animals became a spectacle, killed when they dared to look back or claim their own – their habitats wiped out, their skins turned to luxury goods, their bones turned to powders for a limp dick bastard or for curing a diseased fucker, their teeth and claws symbols of virility and strength of the mighty hunter (apparently shooting an animal from 1km away with a high velocity sniper rifle is a true and mighty indication of strength and cunning) – and commercialized as soon as a hint of benefit or control via them (protecting them for example), surfaced. Isolation is either a luxury of few or a punishment of many – again, depending on what prevails at the time…

I gave up my dream. I lost it amidst the marketing campaign that surfaced, telling me that a new cause has arisen, needing my contribution… Please donate here to show your support….

Tell me, oh mighty, ruling and dominant species of the earth, dare you release a pack of wolves, a pride of lions and a couple of panthers in the midst of one of your mighty cities, take away the guns and let the score be settled fair and square?

I have a new dream now… I dream of the annihilation of the human species, the greatest of plagues and the most incurable virus of them all… But like all dreams, I am positive that it will be commercialized, exploited and twisted in its own way…