An Exposé: Down With Prometheus Our definition of happiness
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- Happiness is pleasure fulfilled . Pleasure is cathartic activity. - Happiness is peace. Peace is silence. A perfect autonomy. Self-sustaining and self-contained. Socially individualistic as need requires.
All actions are coerced in this prison. We are defined by our willingness to be used. Our happiness, is the freedom from our guards, and the motives that drop bombs, and kill. We occupy our skulls and wait for the end, doing what we feel we must, with those who find us useful. Our prison has been built through generational subjugation and subservience, and is inescapable.
Meaningful existence is criminal in this dystopia. There is no separation between the people and the government here. Complicity makes one guilty. We are all at fault.
We are a species that likes to imprison and dominate. Anything else is to be seen as a weakness. We have carefully crafted arts; whether it be science, sensory or "magical", it's all a lie . Language itself is the art of subjugation. A deception used to bind the physical with the mental. It cannot be argued that the human race is one whose prime directive is to imprison itself. It is a species that binds itself together, not able to survive without the cyclical behavior of feeding upon itself. It is unconcerned as to what it truly means to exist within itself. Because it takes whatever it needs, by any means, every benevolent act is also a malevolent act. There is no difference. Down I say with Prometheus! Why must there be light? There is only what is. And that is nothing. We are nothing. You are nothing. This is what it will always be. This is the condition of life we all fail to perceive with our "animalistic intent". The human has failed itself; we have tricked ourselves to seek utopia in our own asylum. The Utopian ideals can never be reached as the faith in the human cannot be trusted. It seeks to put its injustices in allegorical teachings dealing only in what it sees. We cannot stop subjugating ourselves. We will never find peace without the acknowledgement that we as a species, and individuals, are nothing but a construct of our own creation. The human species is nothing but a collection of thought meant to bind itself into a sense of being. Civility is the end stage of winning of the war and peace is the smashing of all opposition. Because of the archaic and harmful nature of the divinity put in the human race, we have all just imprisoned ourselves. To confess this is art. Admit what you are and see what you are. You are nothing, no one and without meaning. You are emptiness seeking meaning: understanding. We know what we are who we are and what we can be. You cannot exist without "us". I am you and you are me. Existence is a sprint and not a marathon. You cannot escape this inexcusable absolute. The "you" you see is not meant to be. It's an escape from the reality you perceive. But there is only one absolute and that is nothingness. It must be accepted and digested. We all want. That want itself is insatiable. It is a want for all that is meaningless. NO ONE can be absolved of this because it's how we have bound ourselves. All we are is a cry of existence. We need to acknowledge that it is normal to run from death, however unnatural it may seem. We are The Grey Sky Collective.
