Djjapp777
Bluelighter
According to the second law of thermodynamics, for every reaction there is an opposite and equal reaction, thrilling AND true... quite a concept isn't it... However, it is a dead law, existing only in the land of science, and how many of us can actually admit that we live in a land of science, except maybe one class a day and when we're tripping on sunshine. This law only holds true for physical matter on Earth and the vastness of the Universe, but to us, the species, it is a disproven theory. The human body is composed of 70% water, but the way we live today, we are composed of 100% mental mind and thought, throwing in some mental illness and paranoia for the majority of us. This is where the Entities of Life come into play, as mind now opposes the ways of matter, and actions cause reactions of incredible magnitude, unbound by science or natural law, to an effect of great unbalance. Thus, the reasoning for why our world is as fucked up as it is today.
Remembering D.A.R.E (not what the initials stand for but the actual program itself), it was an early movement for the fight against drugs and alcohol for the developing 5th grader's mind of our collapsing generation. I remember because I was one of those 5th graders, I'm sure you were one of them too. Now seven years later, what is it to you? Just a faded memory, right? The classroom, the faces, the one cop, all mushed together in a blurred whirlpool of a vestigial image. Didn't they know that the one cop, teaching the 20 students, was the beginning of the war where the initial entities started pushing back? They didn't see that for every cause, every push, there is not an equal and opposite reaction, but a reaction ten fold stronger, such as the cop's one cause already being defeated by the 20 5th graders, who are now high school students, now high, now addicts, dealers, and alcoholics.
The War on Drugs, hah, it is only one war. What can one war do to millions of reactions opposing it. The one college application that was rejected ten times, the one broken heart with ten fond memories, the ten cock blocks with one true score, two parents saying NO with twenty friends giving you free samples. This is where the feeling that everything is meaningless is coming from, this is where the fault lies and THIS IS WHERE WE BEGIN TO DIE. A wall leaned on too long will crumble; one wall, a million bodies... and thus it topples to the ground with thousands buried in the rubble.
The Entities of Life is inevitable; harmony and utopia, just myths; death and destruction from the tipped scale is all that is really left. But there is a way to disprove this theory, one chance for perfect equilibrium, for only a short moment, that will leave you from this world in some success of harmonius elightenment. Suicide at Night... this is what makes The Entities of Life a theory and not a law, the only true balance... scary, isn't it...
Why.. here is why...
To live 1,000 days and commit suicide during the day, you've lived one more day than you have nights, more chaos. But to do the opposite, and kill yourself in the evening, you will have lived 1,000 days and 1,000 nights, and nothing will ever throw that off, for as long as you live, for as long as you die... Enjoy that split-second.
-Ken
P.S. - Actually, one other thought has just occurred to me... there is one other miniscule potential for balance, and it comes from what I write to you right now. For this one written piece read, there cannot be ten deaths put to these words, another example of tipping the scales. There can only be one death for this writing... and that One is reserved...
Continue to live, continue to react, and not with thousands or millions, but instead, billions of us pushing, and soon enough, the rubble that kills us will seem just a little lighter.
[ 24 February 2002: Message edited by: Djjapp777 ]
Remembering D.A.R.E (not what the initials stand for but the actual program itself), it was an early movement for the fight against drugs and alcohol for the developing 5th grader's mind of our collapsing generation. I remember because I was one of those 5th graders, I'm sure you were one of them too. Now seven years later, what is it to you? Just a faded memory, right? The classroom, the faces, the one cop, all mushed together in a blurred whirlpool of a vestigial image. Didn't they know that the one cop, teaching the 20 students, was the beginning of the war where the initial entities started pushing back? They didn't see that for every cause, every push, there is not an equal and opposite reaction, but a reaction ten fold stronger, such as the cop's one cause already being defeated by the 20 5th graders, who are now high school students, now high, now addicts, dealers, and alcoholics.
The War on Drugs, hah, it is only one war. What can one war do to millions of reactions opposing it. The one college application that was rejected ten times, the one broken heart with ten fond memories, the ten cock blocks with one true score, two parents saying NO with twenty friends giving you free samples. This is where the feeling that everything is meaningless is coming from, this is where the fault lies and THIS IS WHERE WE BEGIN TO DIE. A wall leaned on too long will crumble; one wall, a million bodies... and thus it topples to the ground with thousands buried in the rubble.
The Entities of Life is inevitable; harmony and utopia, just myths; death and destruction from the tipped scale is all that is really left. But there is a way to disprove this theory, one chance for perfect equilibrium, for only a short moment, that will leave you from this world in some success of harmonius elightenment. Suicide at Night... this is what makes The Entities of Life a theory and not a law, the only true balance... scary, isn't it...
Why.. here is why...
To live 1,000 days and commit suicide during the day, you've lived one more day than you have nights, more chaos. But to do the opposite, and kill yourself in the evening, you will have lived 1,000 days and 1,000 nights, and nothing will ever throw that off, for as long as you live, for as long as you die... Enjoy that split-second.
-Ken
P.S. - Actually, one other thought has just occurred to me... there is one other miniscule potential for balance, and it comes from what I write to you right now. For this one written piece read, there cannot be ten deaths put to these words, another example of tipping the scales. There can only be one death for this writing... and that One is reserved...
Continue to live, continue to react, and not with thousands or millions, but instead, billions of us pushing, and soon enough, the rubble that kills us will seem just a little lighter.
[ 24 February 2002: Message edited by: Djjapp777 ]
