God Is Never Far Away in anticlimatic

“My kill hand tattooed EVIL across his brother’s fist
that filthy five, they did nothing to challenge or resist.”

I’ve been trying to get my head around the idea that consciousness and individuality is an illusion, in a way, or rather it’s a reality that is strictly self-dependent. Objective in a context we are mostly unable to perceive, except at best of others- almost everyone else, other than ourselves. I’m trying to get around this sense of permanence- of a soul, something personal and immortal and undying. It’s real, sure, but at the same time not. The second the body stops functioning, it’s the first thing to disappear. Untrackable. No way to follow, or retrieve. No way to see where it goes- if anywhere. It’s an obvious fact. Yet so hard to see around from our weak subjective monkey brains. And what if we could?

People who have said “we are all one” start to make sense. What if the atomization of the soul- the individualization of the species- is a necessary illusion to drive the best motivation for survival and procreation? What if political polarization is just our collective mind talking to itself, trying to decide which divergent path forward is best for it at this juncture in history.

Last updated December 14, 2022