New Stream of Consciousness: Undersea Exploitation

Christians and turkeys surround me, gobbling uncontrollably with their red flecked skin flaps swinging in the wind, wind so crisp you can taste the peanut butter pecans cooking in sister hazel’s oven. That oven that reminds you of Hansel and Gretel those naughty little Germans. If they hadn’t committed that heinous crime that murdered one of our brethren, we wouldn’t have come down on them so harshly. It is tough to take this all in in one stride, it feels as if I am explaining a nightmare of epic proportions, not too unlike those of Homer himself, sailing unknowingly into the ocean blue. Where whales and dolphins fall apart into appendages of shark infested waters, creatures with no names, teeth and tusks and limbs that belong on land and not below sea level. Somehow in this foggy haze of a trip it makes sense that they would find a way to evolve, to adapt under sea in communities, protecting themselves first from the predatory animals of the deep, and secondly, yet more importantly, from the war-waging, imperialistic humans who have tried unsuccessfully for years to dominate the waters of the globe. They may sail on in haste, lose men to storms grander than any firework show, and die in misery drowning at sea, leaving this world with no more than they came into it with. It is of little importance. What makes sense is the ideas of grandiosity that flood these feeble minds, thinking for one second that s.c.u.b.a. can sustain life underwater. That somehow they may figure it out when they are so far from the evolution that shall take place eventually. No bubble of glass nor of synthetic material shall survive in the pressures of the great seas. Only when all is lost will it make sense: that to survive as a fish, one must become a fish. Gills can be fashioned with great ease if one takes account the dynamics of oxygen to hydrogen conversion. Most neglect the truth to find themselves drowning anyway. It is a metaphor for life. All who seek truth drown in fallacy. Fallacy floods the minds of those that run from the nature of things. We can simply look at what grows amongst us to find explanation for our fears. Algae and mildew overturning our pre-fabricated worlds, worlds constructed with the greatest of ease, in order to obtain perfection, each and every one of us our own God, the Master of our Domain, Omnipotent, Omniscient, and Omnipresent. Each with his own Hummer to drive over the weak. Each with his own massive two-story house with white picket fences, and eight-stall garages filled with maxed out SUVs and supped up sports cars. Coupled with guard dogs, the outdoor kind, - the same ones you keep away from your own children for fear that they may chew on their little fingers and toes just to spite you. After all you trained them to be like this. You paid for their demise. Clipped ears, snipped tails, no balls, all medical enhancements. Kill, kill, kill. Another metaphor for our thought process in this anti-utopian society. Animals are looked upon as nothing short of barbaric species to be exploited, yet the most powerful people in our society act and behave as if they had the minds of the lesser species. Those who are exploited fail to fit the present day model of Survival of the Fittest. Walk to work, ride your bike, take the bus. You will be run over by the Hummer. You will be exploited by the CEO. You will buy and sell and work and toil and cry and moan and mourn and die alone. He who makes the most money, pays the most people to be his friend, and for this, dies with the most ignorance, therefore dying happy thinking he is liked and loved by all.

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