Treatise on the Illusion of Freedom

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In the increasing convincing darkness
Of the future, there is another possibility
That the future brings us further
From our native self, from tranquility
And we are essential brought into
Ever new forms of servitude

For which we are naive, or unaware
Or unable to still think freely
That is, the illusion of control persists
As if we were programs in a simulation
Or more aptly, sleeping participants in a matrix
However, has this not always been

The function of society, to subdue the individual
As an agent of the group, or otherwise
Believing themselves to be free
In order to serve common evolutionary goals
Be it not said then that the future brings freedom
For with every mechanism and every construct

Life perpetuates the class elitism
That some individuals exert control over others
And until this is different, the future is only
A poor repetition of the past, of new classes
Of different forms of power, in the presumption
Of the state as a patriarchal context

Whereby life hardens meaning by necessity
And to serve the men who happen to be in power
Is the only option, like buying into a system
In order to participate in a social structure
That is fundamentally archaic and hierarchal
Where in a future machine-intelligence replaces
Human agency, at all control points of power.

6 thoughts on “Treatise on the Illusion of Freedom

  1. My dear friend, you stirred up some deep deep waters. I have a spring in me bubbling living water. I found the source moving without knowing, true wu wei. I am consuming the words of Te Tao Te Ching as living water and Truth. I have found my line and center, The Master rises.

    I found a voice in me singing to the Universe. It is mysterious and wonderful and I have a Joy I can’t contain, I blast it upon the world and into any close to me. Here my cry and call warriors of the deep! Slay the misery and hate you see. Bring hope where there is fear. Go deep until the Joy is bubbling. Do not despair, you are born again! Deep cries out to deep. We are mystical seer poets. We can kill with a word. We bring living water.

    We feel these dark sad times. We must share a new vision with the world and sing a new a new song! We who can see must lead those lost in the darkness to living waters of the Spirit. This is why I write poetry. This is my naked heart. My soul is painted on a canvas that I can not see. The spirit of God sees our beauty outside of time and space. We are a masterpiece! Look with new eyes at the beauty of our and others Spirits and imagine what he sees when we all sing together. That is the world and dream I want to live in. That is the song I will sing my song and freely give it to the world the rest of my life.

    I feel your pain, love and wandering. My life will never be the same from this point. I can only move forward. You have inspired me. I’m humbled by your feelings. You have beautiful words. I wrote you a poem! Like me, it’s many things. I enjoyed playing and singing with you. Alchemy of the Spirit indeed! I hope we can sing together again.

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