Anarchy
Extremist ideas are born in times of a crisis.
Picture laws abolished. People running for their lives. The hardest struggle for survival, where all that is rancid inside ourselves surfaces.
Millions just die. We rob our grand civilisation of everything anyone had ever constructed. Spaceships turned to tanks. Cans turned to bullet-shells. General fear is everywhere. Peace has no meaning. There is no "Greater Good" beyond survival. The world succumbs to all the evil things that the laws have kept inside and frustration fuelled. But, since there are no laws, what is evil?
We just are, no thinking for the future, no consideration for the legacy. Reproduce, feed, we return to the natural state (modern writers so wished for it). And so we decay in violence.
And as the world shatters, there remains little of religion, of "good-ness". There are no heros if the heros need to be saved. And so we bring ourselves to the brink of extinction.
The few of us left are scarred forever. Now, what? Do they rebuild, do they die?
All the rancid bad-ness out of the system, we again give in to our constructive nature. And we continue. We rebuild, reshape, put faith back in deities, learn. Only to forget, and to pass on comfort to the people that, living in the middle of it, don't realize that
It is in the human nature to build an extraordinary sand-castle, with all the love and care. What no urge there to tear it down afterwards. Card-castles are so feeble.
We build things weaker than ourselves. When something is weak, we want to break it. For we are in need of a God within ourselves, after so much time being afraid of lightning.
Does the bad-ness just need to be spilled out through more wars and killing? is this the furthest we've got in this cycle? Will the UN be Troy and smartphones the new Grand Horse?
Do we need a bandage or a rupture?
Picture laws abolished. People running for their lives. The hardest struggle for survival, where all that is rancid inside ourselves surfaces.
Millions just die. We rob our grand civilisation of everything anyone had ever constructed. Spaceships turned to tanks. Cans turned to bullet-shells. General fear is everywhere. Peace has no meaning. There is no "Greater Good" beyond survival. The world succumbs to all the evil things that the laws have kept inside and frustration fuelled. But, since there are no laws, what is evil?
We just are, no thinking for the future, no consideration for the legacy. Reproduce, feed, we return to the natural state (modern writers so wished for it). And so we decay in violence.
And as the world shatters, there remains little of religion, of "good-ness". There are no heros if the heros need to be saved. And so we bring ourselves to the brink of extinction.
The few of us left are scarred forever. Now, what? Do they rebuild, do they die?
All the rancid bad-ness out of the system, we again give in to our constructive nature. And we continue. We rebuild, reshape, put faith back in deities, learn. Only to forget, and to pass on comfort to the people that, living in the middle of it, don't realize that
It is in the human nature to build an extraordinary sand-castle, with all the love and care. What no urge there to tear it down afterwards. Card-castles are so feeble.
We build things weaker than ourselves. When something is weak, we want to break it. For we are in need of a God within ourselves, after so much time being afraid of lightning.
Does the bad-ness just need to be spilled out through more wars and killing? is this the furthest we've got in this cycle? Will the UN be Troy and smartphones the new Grand Horse?
Do we need a bandage or a rupture?