To take what little control anyone has over their own journey through this world filled with uncertainty,
to protect one’s fate against the vagaries of man,
to discover one’s own raison d’etre
But even with all the autonomy a human being can possibly have,
life can only get but so close to utopia.
There are sure to be some affairs that cause the perfectionists to think
they could’ve whispered in God’s ear when he was building humanity,
then things would be a lot better.
And like some devious genie out of a bottle, the state issues a wager.
They’ll handle all those unpleasantries that run afoul of your sensibilities.
They’ll even use all your favorite buzzwords
so you know
that they’re taking your interests
In return, you give them the materials
for rearranging the order of things ―
Now when the dust is settled,
there will be
a new order.
There will be new social processes
There will be new resource allocation.
And there will be new grievances.
There will be new state directed crusades to
regiment some ideal society.
Then one day,
you’ll find that within all those sacrifices for promised wellbeing
was a license issued for your freedom
to be trapped
in an hourglass
with each passing grain of sand
it’s very existence.
Along with your freedom,
your ability to act will be so withered
that you’ll be unable to break through the constraint
of even the thinnest veil.
At that point,
slavery will be manifested
and all you’ll have left to control
is how much you hope.
**More of my spoken words can be found here