Each With Their Own Reality
For my Wise and Generous Parents, to creatures
of the Blue Planet:
ach
- everyone, all, tous, chacun, cada uno - live their own private
reality
Lives lost in theatre -
Portraying all roles but one:
Never playing me.
Ten children are born each four seconds. Nearly 6391 millions
struggle for food and shelter - and sanity, and meaning.
A sanity protected by some 'world view' - a personal model of
existence constructed in childhood - carries your fragile 'selves'
safely through a forest of psychological traumas and horrors to
the grave.
Each in their own way.
Intellectuals hide in academia and science, nobly, altruistically,
pursuing poorly-paid pastimes.
Perceptives master the media and arts, preparing, then proffering,
visual phantasms or aural opiates to replace or enhance religious
and chemical rivals.
Agile alphas parade physical prowess endlessly in and on this "media."
The sensitive - alone, calamitously and bravely confront madness
as (emotional, intellectual, or idiot) savant to espy the world
as raw unstitched data.
The ordinary, those great masses of walking working dead, recoil
from instinctive grasp of terror inherent in living - and bury
the revelation in repetitive toil and relentless diversion.
Finally imbeciles, social or moral, oil and fuel to those evil
twins of commerce and crime, leashing cynical henchmen of political
and financial monocrat. These souls question plight of neither
victim nor planet, unable to confront the gaping void of their
inconsolably lonely, tormented childhoods.
At the top of the social food chain, generic to all known civilizations
through time, but rampant on this windy misty green globe, reside
the "rich and powerful".
At first glance, seemingly without childhood constructs, they
appear to have skipped infancy, conceived fully mature, doing deals
from the womb!
Bemused by the inefficacy of education, these irascible future
barons of commerce stride the schoolyard impatient for their first
buck, while fledgling politicians innately coddle the student horde,
seeing pupilage a mere stage to practice dominance before easing
naturally into the mutually exclusive manipulation of the people
for the people.
Though the die is cast early, it is astonishing to watch the corruption
of the powerful as they strike alliances with the devil at, so
often, such tender age.
With Respect and Love
Your Beloved Son
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