I can’t find anything much to write about recently.
Oh, I hurt my back in the garden last week, which has slowed me down a bit, and I am living in the area where the police were hunting a pair of desperados last week, or desperately hounding a pair of itinerant farm workers, depending on your viewpoint, but none of that really matters in the greater scheme of things.
I am waiting for something a bit more important to happen, like a global stock market crash, a rapidly melting ice-cap to flood and inundate all of the world’s coastal regions, a truly world-wide pandemic, or world war 3 to start. You know, something a bit more interesting than normal routine stuff. It’s all a bit boring at the moment.
Maybe it’s just because I can’t do as much outside as I want to do. Maybe, but I don’t really think so.
No. I don’t want any suggestions on what I could be doing. If it isn’t something to do with the world crashing around our ears for some reason, any reason, then it’s all just fluff and candy-floss and not worth my consideration.
Oh, come on. Something has to happen. Something exciting that will mean the end of this plastic, artificial, mind-numbing, meaningless, purposeless, grasping, nasty, world of illusion and deceit that we live in today. It has to begin sometime. And someone has to write about it. And one of those someones would be me. But I am growing increasingly restless just writing warnings and stories about the things that are or could go wrong. I want it to happen. Now. Before it is too late for all of us.
I want to live through it, and possibly die through it like I think most other people alive when it happens, will do. Either way, it doesn’t really matter. I just want to know that the change that will ultimately save the world and possibly mankind as well, is under way. I want to know that it is going to work, or at least has a possibility of working. I want to be absolutely certain that the world of today will cease to be and to see that process in progress with my own eyes. That is the only remaining goal, of any real import, that I have.
So, let the wheels of time grind on, as they will. But let’s soon see, not just signs of what is to come, unmistakable and unmissable as they are, but the real thing, beginning in earnest. And with it, the panic of those who are heavily invested in the current world systems, as they see the world-view they are so deeply entwined in, increasingly and relentlessly unraveling before their eyes. The bursting of the bubble.
Now, those would be times worth living through. That would actually be living. Something that we (existing inside the bubble) have largely forgotten, or even may never have known, how to do.
We may not like it. Heck, I may not even like it, but it needs to happen. Bring it on.