A deep yearning calls upon me
I turn away but its call becomes louder
It pulls me forward, and shows me the path
Like a lighthouse guiding lost sailors on a hazy night, or
A fire illuminating the exit in a dark cave
This call, this feeling within, grants me the courage to plunge myself into the unknown and be transformed
I shine brightly radiating amidst the mundane everydayness of day-to-day life
This symphony of colors paints the canvas of my true being
For the first time in my life
I am truly alive
I am free
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The artist retreats into himself
He closes his eyes and surrenders to his imagination
His mind opens a gate to vast inner landscapes
Time collapses, the heavens slowly unfold
The artist loathes mundane ‘everydayness’
He raises his brow at the gossip, trends and fashion of the masses
They are those who walk blindly, who worship false idols;
Who revere fancy things, shiny things, the kind in which envy brings
For the artist, his path is clear
He follows his call towards Truth and Beauty
His pen is the hammer which frees us from the chains of conformity
His art shakes us out of the prison of ‘routine’
His words pull us towards the divine, the sacred
The artist is our liberator
He lights a flame deep within our souls, and
awakens us from our dogmatic slumber
This paves the way towards authenticity and self-actualization
The moment is fleeting yet urgent
We receive our gift
A new way of living,
A new way of being in the world
We scrape away the superficial rot amassed in our souls, and
seize the possibility of true freedom
For in order to find ourselves,
We must first lose ourselves
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Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts
The Great Dictator, Charlie Chaplin
The prophecies of George Orwell have been realized
Cameras, gadgets and sensors colonize every part of our bodies
The Machine slowly creeps in, gradually but deliberately
It watches you, tracks you, measures your every move
We surrender privacy and freedom for the sake of efficiency, progress and 'human optimization'
Everyone thinks the same, acts the same, is the same - copies of copies of copies
What is beauty? What is justice? What is wisdom?
My questions go unanswered as the crowd remain mesmerized by the shiny black gadgets in their hands
The preachers of Silicon Valley promise salvation, heaven on earth - immortality
Technology is their saving grace
Everything they say can be bought
Everything they say is just a click away
Dissent is swallowed by the Machine, repurposed and sold to the masses on glowing billboards
Consume more
Buy more
Be more
There remain a few, however
Who love their humanity, who cherish nature and the beauty of existence
They find wealth in simplicity and strive for virtue
The Machine searches, but cannot find them
It longs for these people, but cannot conquer or control them
They reject the false promises, hopes and dreams it offers
Their fortress , their strong impenetrable fortress, is found within
These last humans provide me with a north star, an ideal to aspire to
A life to long for
I walk towards them for solace, for hope
