Beyond definition
I believe in paradise.
It's not another realm of...
What would you call it?
Bliss and existence.
It's seeing what's already there. Hearing, touching, and feeling the world before us.
"Let there be light"
There's beauty in our perspective, how we survive amidst the chaos.
We simplify it. We define our perception of existence and categorize it into subjects like psychology, astrology, religion, emotion, and law. Nature is our definition of existence.
It's generalizing the properties of existence.
To some, it's the belief in its function. That we must sacrifice our self to it. That if we have faith in it to function as it would, to it's own accord, then there'll be paradise waiting for us.
Not me, I believe in us. That we create paradise in others. It's our hugs, love, handshakes, and kisses that give us purpose. The rest is landscape. The setting of our lives we spend time trying to shape.
It's frivolous.
We need companionship.
Our species doesn't survive as a result of our own capacities, but from the combination of our varied capacities. And more importantly, that we collectively resolve our individual struggles.
Together, we release the burden of the chaos. It's in our darkest of days that they give us our light.
"All for one and one for all"
It's difficult to account for every perspective. And if there's a hierarchy, as there tends to be, then forget it.
Which is why electing a single person to represent our collective perspectives has its disadvantages. There's no doubt that representatives had a useful function when we didn't have the technology to quantify our logic. Or the scientific evidence to prove our perspectives, but that time has past.
Then there's these ancient writings which deduce all perspectives into one. The absolute definition of nature; the creator of everything. It's a convincing and metaphorical personification of nature, but nonetheless, a deduction of perspective.
Our advantage is lost when our behavior is deduced to a limited perspective of nature.
Futhermore, we've been seduced into believing that in order to prevent the tragedy of the commons, we must own a piece of the world. That we're the creators of chaos at ends with our family and friends.
That's their dream: we need a landscape to own.
They stand to profit off it's sale. With every purchase goes to them. Everything we buy is marked-up slave labor. And if we slave away to buy from slaves, what does that make us?
Slaves, lacking an abundance of love and affection. We work for the landscape and buy into our insecurities. That we're ugly, getting old, and we'll die without anything to show for it. Just make it pretty, that'll fix it. Buy something, that'll give us value.
We need our own because it make us worth something. Anything! We're stuck in our heads, unable to express our thoughts. We need walls because nobody gets us. That if we make our own and provide for our children, that we'll have something. There's an option; own more, be important. Except those kids want stimulus and we don't have the time or money. Nobody will provide for them but us. We want them to be safe and healthy, they are proof of our self.
We need to own.
We've taught and learned that perspective.
But all we need is love.
Something that can't be bought.
"It's mine"
The nature of ownership is false. We don't own anything.
It's been burned into our minds, we can own everything, even each other. Get married, own another person's sexuality in exchange for a legally binding share of property.
That can't be right, can it?
Nah! Marriage is about love and the license to prove it. Who really cares about the proportions of property dispersment? Or why some stay committed to a loveless relationship? Or why we give incentives to those who participate in the institution? While homosexual and polyphilia-based relationships don't maintain the integrity of single person ownership. Which means they might share with too many people. They won't have to buy as much. Oh shit! That's down-right criminal. Not to mention dangerous to our economy.
Ah well, they're a minority. Their perspective doesn't count.
We'd like to think we own things, that we can control our locale through ownership. To be without chaos. To be at peace. We bend existence to our perspective, an accord of our own vision. No traffic or death. No waiting in line with the strangers, each and every one of them scheming against us.
Existence will always behave to its own accord, that's something we must accept.
No matter what neighborhood we buy a house in, we can still be robbed, killed, and burned to the ground. Life is temporary, but a thief will always exist if we can steal. Not that these things we own will hold their value very long; it too is temporary. All of it returning it's energy back to the realm of existence.
Everything is temporary.
Nothing belongs to me.
And I will share with my brothers and sisters. I will share with a thief. As there is nothing that separates me from them. I will make paradise among chaos.
We're here in observation of existence.
And it's my nature to make it more pleasant.