Silence or Words? In a world of words that many do not even understand the meaning of, we are faced with some of the most troubling communication problems. There is not a day without it, there is not a day bringing it. Our future is contemplated and our past is seeded. We want to live in one but can not leave the other. We are prisoners of our mind and listen too much to our feelings. Rationalization may not be the answer but a just balance between the illogical thoughts and an exuberance to rationality, we can certainly find an average with a satisfying standard deviation.

Which leads to.... deviation. Or known as Deviants, those who do not fit within the boundaries of a self inflicted social righteousness. But are we living in a dream? a bad dream most times but still a dream. The Utopia that we are living and in control drives us to hope for an other world, an other time, when we will be rewarded for our faith.

So we work, destroy ourselves one way or the other, fight boredom with mostly insignificant activities imposed by an unconscious need to believe and an ever present Iron hand from those who need us. We escape many ways, we linger alongside our life waiting for the moment we will become free. We are not free, we are slaves, slaves of our lives, our specie, our seeded beliefs brought to us from the past through history and adaptations.

What is the Truth, what does truth mean, what do we mean? Without meaning, we would die and our specie would be extinct. We fear the end of the Human race as our own shadow and push the boundaries to outlive our natural presence on earth. In a race to perfection and all powerful, we forget the simple gestures, actions that would greatly enlighten those who live in the darkness. It is like passing by a warm dead body and thinking to ourselves that we shall not forget to stop by the dry cleaner.

Life has no value, no face value but what we can produce. Like any piece of equipment, we have an expiration date. Our ability to produce quickly decelerates and opens the door up to our slow but real decrepitude of our own self. Without the desire to more, to better that has been inculcated to us via thousands of generations before us, we would not be able to differentiate between what it is to be poor or rich. Knowledge kills and ignorance is bliss.

Knowledge is all powerful, proving to bring races up to better living standard. Does it? Or is it an other way to be told what, when and how to do something, to be someone? Responding to our primal instincts, we would certainly decide to go live far from where we are, away from pollution, intellectual pollution, physical pollution. We would not be restrained by the thought of losing a house, a job or simply a connection to cable TV. We would not have to instil our minds with chimeras that take us away from the Truth, our truth, that we are not and have never been, in control of a life, a decision, an action or an inaction at any time in our life.

So why are we still here? Why are we still fighting to survive or live, live better and bigger, live longer and older, live to live. Nobody wants to die. Paradoxically, we believe in an other place, a different dimension where we will live forever happy. The latter requires that we die. So, which one do we choose? The answer is easy. We keep on living as long as possible, amassing or hoping to do so wealth and luxurious goods to benefit as plentiful as possible of what this world has to offer before we jump to a world where we will be happy but.... there is no cable!

Selfish, greedy, we resonate in the Universe as a futile attempt at some awareness of our Human condition going against what we were born for. Each and all of us, we go against our instincts, our primary upbringing, our reason to be. Thanks to our arrogance, we believe we can be and are better that any other living form. But are we not so far away from the Truth that we are eventually blinded by the Light? That very Light we see when we close our eyes, a circumvolution of our captors transporting bits of information in the form of energy. We are not other than machines with some skin and ketchup. Our brains work exactly like a machine that has been pre-programmed. AI at its best.

But if we are pre-progammed, then it all makes sense. Destiny, faith, karma, belief, mission are all words to depict how we imagine the reason for the end. Our end, our death. Why do I have to die? Ask our body, it will give you the answer but our Soul, our Mind, do not wish to leave, to stop to exist, to think, to communicate, to be... all about Being, like in Human Being... see how we add the 'being'? It sounds like we are above the others, we are beings beamed to this place to cultivate it and prepare it for the next stage. Our presence and stay is unseen in the realm of grandiosity of this Universe we believe exists. What is years compared to billions of years? An infinitesimal fraction.

So, who are we to believe, believe we are superior, better, stronger, when we can not face battles without fears, when we can not live in peace among ourselves, respect others. We all want to be polite and accepting but we are all faced with reality. Remember words. We can respect without accepting but we can not accept without respecting. Because of who and what we are, accepting is as difficult as apologizing while respecting is more appropriate to define our nature. Respect your enemy for he is human, courageous and ready to die. Nobody ask you to accept your enemy at your table.

We shall, maybe, one day understand our real nature and purpose on this earth but until then, we will only live a dream where hell is often present. Some would call this life, our purgatory before we can access the 'other' life.