Silent Super-Nova

I'm tired.

The world is tired. Tired of waiting. We're anticipating something we can't even define. It's annoying. We're moving toward something, or something is moving toward us, and we feel something, something real, not a counterfeit cultural interpretation of subjective apocalyptic emotion, but something raw, atavistic, and universal.

We're scared, although none of us will admit it, and well we should be. We look away from this something, or rather, this lack of something, explaining and rationalizing that void we sense but dare not speak of.

But we can't stop the momentum we've built. Or it's built. This massive possibility taking shape. It's all relative. Nothing really matters but velocity, and because it's all we have, we add more, and more, until velocity even ceases to have meaning, and time and space blur.

It's all relative, and nothing is real anymore but the pretty colors, and the bombastic sound of silent supernovas, and our perceptions become confused as to which we see with our eyes, and what we hear with our ears. And all this still does nothing to eradicate the approaching void.

Is that what we're waiting for? For all things to cease, to melt, to either freeze into stillness or burn itself into shapeless amorphism? What's the difference? Whether we anticipate this or not, one or the other is the fate awaiting us, that oncoming train of inevitability, that we're hooked into, as surely as a slave is shackled to master, and master, thus, is imprisoned by the shackles that bind him to his slave.

What is true freedom but a freedom from this inevitability? We can experience a sense of freedom in this material life, but like a guilded cage, we ultimately surrender even this to the inevitable nature of entropy. All things achieve balance within a limited framework, so we explain things as elements of this "balance".

Some die, that others might live. Survival of the fittest. Equilibrim of the closed system.

In order to truly define what freedom is, we must break the closure, destroy the system, derail this depressing train of inevitability. We do not fear God, what we fear is our responsibility to power if we are to attain enough will to define, and thus experience, freedom. God is nothing more than a symbol for this power, greater than ourselves, but not thus automatically more perfect in its judgement or its execution.

We should question all authority, because all authority attempts to establish a paradigm within which to define freedom according to their own personal expression of pure power, with themselves, of course, in charge. It is only through victory that vanity and pride are transformed into "divine right", as human history illustrates quite well. To the victor goeth the spoils, including unfortunately, whose "truth" shall be told.