We're All Dying, Here. How Are You?
I am dying. So are you. Unless you are a computer. In which
case, please stop reading, because this is a work that is meant for humans,
dogs, and the cockroach community. History is largely written about genocide
and war as framed by the victors. It is for this reason that Western
civilization has failed. There is the idea that the oligarchy that oversaw the
fields as tyrants would change, and be absorbed into an equal population, but
mankind has always said no. We abdicate our decisions to the state not because
we enjoy it, but because the state exists as a model of something that has
never existed. A functioning society that protects and preserves liberty and
justice for all people of the world, regardless of what corner they may hide.
I have grown up my entire life saturated with terrible guilt. It comes honestly, by reading the work of our forefathers. The
Constitution of the United States of America was framed by slave holders, as a
means of governing New England. Truth is nothing to be taken lightly, or
ignored, yet our educational system is a careful obfuscation of a terrible
machine at work that grinds humanity into dollars no matter the cost. The
governing principles of U.S.A. are little different than that of Rome. Rome
Mark II is what Jefferson should have pushed for. Don’t get me started on Jefferson.
That is a whole other set of morality, right there. Bible without God and it’s
OK to have sex with people considered property. Slaves had a vote before women.
And people claim it is the greatest nation.
I have nurtured and tortured myself with studying the tragic
and almost complete genocide of the Indigenous Peoples of America. Small pox.
What a shitty thing to do to a culture. Then the wars, and the bad things are
on both side, but I am the son of the invaders. Shake hands with it, Lady
Liberty, with your non-torch hand. But the other day I realized something, and
it is that the people here before me never really owned the land, any more than
they did, before we took it. At least they had 10,000 years of no white people.
Wouldn't that be paradise? I long to hunt the happy buffalo, but I was born
without land. I have never known what it is to have a place this wonderful at my disposal. Our
generation forward will forever know roads, and walls, and borders, and those
that control those borders control the planet. And nations rise and fall over
lines on a burning globe.
I am the evolution of soldiers and knights. I am the honored
son for whom men fought on the fields of Agincourt and Bosworth. My kin planned
and then vaporized Hiroshima with nuclear weapons. We were all of us one
people, once. Perhaps united against the Neanderthal. Perhaps working with them
to build the first societies. At one point, the Toba catastrophe theory
maintains at one point there were only
10,000 humans on Earth. Once we all united to fight against monsters millions
of years our elder to stand at the gateway to the heavens.
I am writing this because I am afraid, and writing about
this makes me less afraid. It makes be believe what I write, and marvel at the
truth that sounds like insanity. Probably due to meter. And context. And
content. But it is all of it true, and important, and real. And who I am.
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