Mashed society

In a society where people are more ocuppied with how things appear to be and position themselves thereafter, where individuals over-expose and thereby remove the positive nature of their good deeds.

Where an individual caught in doing something wrong, defined by the trend of the particular time and place, experiences the greatly feared complete diverse social death, but where a group has virtually all rights reserved.
Where it is acceptable for the individual to use the group as an excuse instead of it being an aggravating circumstance.

In a society where we in comfort eat fear and puke contempt and we talk and shout, continuously making noise in fear of being alone and seing the truth in the clarity of silence.

We fly around as headless chickens obsessed with being enthusiastic and don't look back, don't relax, not because we are actually creating and continuing to do so, but because we would see the futility of our occupation.

Otherwise we seal ourselves in the name of unity in great immovable barrels.
Voluntarily stepping in as victims, the barrels being sealed by enthusiastic tormentors and we sit there and rot together forever in knowledge of being unwanted but feeling safe and comfortable in the homely misery we know ,knowing no one dares open the barrel.

In a society where opinions are made as the media storm rages and the fish swin in the stream and are given the greatest of meaning, but these opinions are in reality just a button being pushed a social mechanism with different label in the neverending battle for recognition.

In such a society there is nothing thought of as being more terrifying than individuals possessing an independent way of thought who stand up against the wind and swim against the currents and who would rather die than lose the meaning they have found within themselves rather would die than being reduced to mindless sheep.

Written 24. August 2009