I’m looking at everything I use and wondering; Where did this come from? How was it made? What did I kill for it? So maybe I didn’t hold the knife but as a consumer, I am what feeds the system to continue doing what it does.
What a magnificent construction This tall metal brick tower This world of common definitions Where I am the epitome of purity, Goodness, sincerity and compassion. I am a smoothened rock in The middle of a gushing river. Shiny, clean, and bright Not realizing that this water that (Brain) washes me, has No meaning or truth. … [Read more…]