Join together. The world is not threatened, humanity is.
Join together. Circulate the breath of our desires.
Dare to go off on an angle. Have tolerance with those who do.
Trust the window in your heart, the light in your soul.
Join together. Your own strength will never be enough.
Join together. Built a world nature can approve of.
Dare to do what you can. Have tolerance with those who don’t.
Trust the foundation of our ancestors. Their tears have fertilized our ambitions. Their laughter has marked the way.
Join together. So much needs to be done.
Together, each doing what they can, we can do everything our dreams demand.
Wurdark went looking for himself but didn’t like what he found.
He found a normal person looking for a better than normal person.
He found someone looking for a shortcut through life.
He found someone looking for a mental switch to turn off life’s problems.
He found that he was chasing his tail and that he didn’t have a tail.
He found that as long as he was looking for himself, he didn’t have to do anything.
It’s not that he was against doing, he just didn’t know what to do.
So he went looking for himself again.
This time he wasn’t going to find himself.
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This is Sweden. Yesterday.
No great mountains, no deep canyons, no fancy monuments, no frills, no bullshit. There she is. Innocent. Naked.
A simple forest path. There are blueberries and mushrooms nearby. A very common scene. So beautiful it almost hurts.
Akir looks forward with confidence. He has suffered the blows of false ideals and survived the pain of losing them. To become stronger.
He’s wrestled with the agony of torn confidence in approved authorities. To become stronger.
He now has the strength to trust in himself together with everyone else. He knows he can’t delegate the responsibility for everyone’s common ideal to the hands of few privileged professional providers – who don’t provide.
He knows the common ideal.
No human shall go hungry if humanity is to be nourished.
No human shall go naked if humanity is to be clothed.
No human shall live without a roof if humanity is to be sheltered.
No human shall be uneducated if humanity is to be knowledgeable.
No human shall be unconnected if humanity is to be wired.
No human shall be discriminated if humanity is to enjoy justice.
No human shall suffer war if humanity is to live in peace.
No human shall walk in fear if humanity’s heart is filled with love.
No human shall lack health or laughter if humanity’s soul is guided by the common ideal.
We are created by nature and formed by our interaction with people.
Kreg used to sit up high above the grass and bushes, proud of his position in life. He wasn’t happy, merely managing. Life tore him a new position.
He now blows around among pebbles and dried pines needles listening to the forest floor. The footsteps of ants vibrate with the chaotic order of community. Beetles eat shit and grow shiny. Worms work wordlessly nourishing themselves while creating nourishment for growth.
Kreg has finally found life. A boot heel is about to find him.
That’s life.
Urisulla is the commander of souls at the Ministry of Media Sorcery.
Look into my eyes.
You are becoming obedient. You will become obedient.
You will believe what is told to you by the powers on high.
You will trust the official sources of information.
You will not search for answers yourself.
You will not look into your soul.
You will cover your uncertainty with entertainment.
You will sooth your frustration with consumption.
You will muffle your fears with unfounded hope.
You are becoming obedient.
Look into my eyes …
They stand obediently in file.
Despite their differences they are different no more,
dressed in variations of grey and marked with moss.
Forgotten. Or nearly forgotten.
No one has sent flowers. No candle reminds of light.
The wall behind them adds insult to their humiliation.
Topped with barbed wire!
They can’t escape their fate. No one wants to come in and steal them.
Stand here and repent your arrogance in life, history seems to say.
That which you didn’t say will never be said.
That which you didn’t do will never be done.
Life is a gift with which to serve life.
Small monuments to the gift cannot bribe the decay of memory.
Only nature seems to show mercy sprinkling delicate flowers at their feet.
Don’t be deceived. When given the chance nature will gobble them up as unceremoniously as the growth of a forest.
For truth be told History takes no prisoners.
This is Jetral. He’s from the outer space of our imagination.
The picture is not manipulated, but flipped 90 degrees counter clockwise. We see a rock in the water with its reflection. To the left (behind the rock) we see the grass of the shore reflected in the water.
Jetral reminds us that we all exist in a context and are shaped by the circumstances around us. What we see, or what we believe that we see, depends on our perspective. We can look at the most common objects with a fresh perspective and be surprised with discoveries.
Have you tried looking at people from the perspective of someone who loves them? What does that woman look like through the eyes of her grandson? What about that man over there? What does his mother see when she looks at him?
We can beautify the world with the perspective of love. We don’t even have to twist our heads, simply navigate down to the shores of reality from the outer space of our imagination.
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight. (Elvis Priesley)
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. (Spiritual)
Lord, it’s sad to be alone. Help me make it through the night. (Kris Kristoffersson)
People used to get together to play games. They now sit alone and watch other people playing for them. Loneliness is not being alone. It is the absence of people in your heart.
You alone have the power to change the world when you realize that you’re not alone and you can’t do it alone.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from? (The Beatles)
Lonely people are produced by a society where greed hardens the arteries of compassion
where a strong elite display iron muscles over a weak heart
where canned laughter feeds the hunger for simple joys
where things accumulate and values deteriorate
where people wait for other people to solve their problems
where the holy force of life is neglected and titled fools respected.
It’s sad to be alone.
The winds of change are blowing up to a storm. It will blow down the old and spread the new.
The fog of deception will be blown away and truth will stand naked.
Monuments of tradition will be blown down and new growths will bend and sway in eager dances.
Walls of injustice will be blown over and smiles will ripple through fields of fairness.
Hatred and prejudice will be blown out and hearts will fill with the fragrant air of respect.
Fear will be blown off the shelves of obedience and confidence will ride wildly on currents of motivation.
The cobwebs of superstition will be blown out of dusty attics and vibrant knowledge will breeze through the halls of communication.
The stale air of empty words and the stink of hypocrisy will scatter in the winds and beautiful honesty will freshen the atmosphere heavy with balmy gusts of love.
For we are the storm lifting together into the change of the prevailing winds.
System Humanity 