People are weird

An observation made at a late night event

November 28, 2016                Too late to care

People are weird. All are gathered under the same sky, clustered like galaxies and orbiting their respective epicenters with conversation. Only Orion is crass enough to look upon these sad fools. All of them, they are within their truly true realities which is in fact an illusion. Their perceptions distorted by their drugs and distracted by man's innovations.

The women are ugly but the men are drunk. The beer flows like water into the mouths of insatiable ewers. Here under this waning moon inhibitions have gone, disappeared beneath the fabrics of euphoria and intoxication. Each subsequent drink leads to the next. No one knows the edge exists because none are looking for one and so it follows that no one will be prepared when it rears its scolding face. The end of life ensues because rational thought is thrown to the wind.

People are shameless. Their problems and issues worn like badges of honor. Those of true success are absent, those that remain are fake and hide behind an illusion and from the prolonged telling of the lie begin to believe it themselves. It is appalling. It is disgusting. But in raw honesty it is a survival impulse. To believe the lie, not to tell it. They must so that the walls of their generated reality remain intact, unchanged. The only thing that could account for their sorry lot in life is the orientation of everything in the universe mechanized against them and solved only by the consumption of their lies and fueled by their addictions. It is why they drink. It  is why they are here, to ignore and forget what is true if there ever could be such a thing.

To be within and without. This is true transcendence.