9

In death there is a freedom, the ability to leap without fear into an
abyss you have created, death is the final point, the full stop at the
end of the sentence. The one thing no human being, plant, animal,
microorganism can avoid. Death comes to us all. And yet, there is a
freedom in that thought, a beauty in the shades of grey which filter
between the white of birth and the black of death. A joy, a careless
wonder in the knowledge that I am here; I am conscious, open eyed,
open minded, looking, learning and sensing the wonder that is this
world around me. It is blue and green, pink and orange. It is warm and
cold, hard and painful. If you let it, it will consume you. If you
embrace it, it will heal you. Take in a breath, let it fill up your
lungs as you reach out your hands and touch the life inside of you.
Take joy in the beauty that you exist in this place, that face you
look out of, its unique, never again will it crinkle with laughter
when you are gone, so please keep laughing, keep smiling, keep that
twinkle in your eye, let it hold you as you hold the gaze of those
around you and feel the connection flowing between you. Take comfort
in the breath deep inside you in the miracle of your own thoughts, in
the chances that you have and the mistakes that you’ve made because
when you consider the alternative, well let’s not consider the
alternative. Or yet consider it to be what it is, an inevitable, a
constant, an unchanging tide that’s given you little bubble of ideas
and mind the chance to experience life. Take wonder in the joy that
you are here, that we are here and when that last breath leaves you, I
hope it leaves you with a smile.

8

There is no such thing as my idea, no original thought or unconditioned form that you can create that doesn’t have a root or an origin an etymology that can be traced back through others and the hundreds who came before them, to claim you are right is as though to claim you know the truth, you understand this idea, well tell you what that’s a naivety to claim you know whats what when the world is inconceivable under what small layer of skin we have equated and managed to compile in descriptions, fundamentals of science and religion. We attempt as human beings to carve out a limited understanding of a pedestal to perch on in the cliff face of intellect still left to digest. But please just recognise that these things you call your own true blue thoughts, are really the compilation of fragments of other peoples words, other peoples hopes and dreams and cognitive processes because lets feel this reality we’re standing in and recognise the humility we should be showing the world and leave our own arrogant suppositions at the place they deserve to be, the floor. Far away from our verbal recognising because to say this is my idea, to put a price or legislation to it is crazy, you cannot own an idea or a place or a person. Ownership, the fundamental right to say this this is mine, all others bask in what I can take into my hands and hold. Well no, let go because somebody else put words or thoughts, or time into what you are holding, or no one at all when what you hold is the earth because how can we limited balls of air and blood walking and talking lay a hand on the root of all life and put an ownership to it and claim this this is mine. We suffer under deluded ideals that this life we are living is real. That the human brain can be claimed into certain segments put over into other peoples uses. Well fuck you world, I hold my brain in my own hand and will think outside of the parameters you people have laid down, this conception you’re selling of what it is to be a successful ambitious human being is a ridiculous overstatement of artificial displacement. Give me earth, give me fire, give me the help to steer clear. The injustice of this collated furnace of untruth and misplaced hatred that permeates the way we dictate the world to other people using the powers we bought traded and sold. I want to change this world, speak to the people who are filled with feelings of inadequacy indifference and mistaken identity when what their looking for is a universal truth not a universal adaptor to plug in the latest gadget so they can hack into the artifice of knowledge we exist within. Fuck you laptops and technology; a luddite revolution would satisfy me happily. Listen to me now my dear fellow man and listen when I say that in writing this I extend out my hand and reach to you through words that I do not know to be true but they are my words I just put them in an order and spoke them for you fondly so that you might listen to an opinion not sanctioned or sponsored or even faintly legitimate.