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Jesus

For an atheist I take the lord's name in vain an awful lot. God damnit, jesus chris, all those old guys. Somehow it sounds a little hollow if I stop to think about it since, obviously, I the weight of the curse comes from the sheer inappropriateness of it. For someone like me to utter jesus under his breath, well, it might as well be joe or jim.

I throw around my fair share of fucks and shits too, but even they fall flat when you can say them straight to your parents face with not a blink from either side.. even more so if it's common and accepted to speak like this with your friend's parents.

But by the age of 28 you're basically allowed to do whatever you want, even if that something is something destructive. Binge drinking, smoking cigarettes, refusing to eat for 24 hour periods, staying up wayyy past your bedtime - these are the joys of adulthood, right? Everything we covet as children is essentially the destructive nature of the human species. We desire these things that we see older siblings have - parties, free reign of the family car, and trips to fast food joints - we want what others have even though it may make them less whole.

Eventually we grow up and these things coming flooding in. Fuck, sweet, let's have another. Somewhere along the line a swear is no longer a swear and it falls dully even on your own ears. This is it; nothing stays the same, it all becomes more or less or farther or closer. The universe is nothing if not not static. Acceptance of this, in any sort of informative manner, almost seems impossible.

We also want material things. Excessive safety at the expensive of others. Conformity within community. Conservation just isn't very natural for us. Franklin warned us They who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security. Oh, verily! This applies not only to the civil liberties one would think but to slightly less tangibles ones - sustainable environments, sustainable economies (and I don't mean in the monetary sense), sustainable anything, really. But our eyes are blind and our ears are deaf, it is dumb that we never seem to suffer, chattering away just to hear ourselves talk. If we stopped to listen to ourselves all that would be heard was here and now, the past being just a series of stepping stones.

But where we stand atop this stony rubble is not the point of the sword we thought. While we pile stone upon stone in an attempt to build utopia we're really digging a grave almost as fast as the walls cave in. Utopia, as heaven and hell, is a human construct that has been built from people - the human mind - the one and same which thus far has been unable to accept reality, unable to address sustainability, and treats it's own bodily vessel as an escape pod, jettisoning itself into materialism, hedonism, and in front of bad television.

Utopias, it has been said, hardly have the meat on their bones to sustain a people in grave times. Which makes it an oxymoron; a farce. A parody of the idea that anything could ever be perfect, that the future is predictable and okay to rely on. If we of the United States truly believe we are building ourselves a secure utopic state in any way whatsoever then we should examine another famous phrase: history repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.

And I've already seen a lot of tragedy..


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