I feel you calling me, calling me away. Away to a place that even I do not know. This place is quantum, meaning it is nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I have no knowledge of what this place is or what is there other than that it is not where I am right now.
Reaching this unknown place will be hard and uncomfortable at first. I will have to learn new things and a new way of living, but I know that I will thrive there after the learning is done. This place will be new to me, and I will be new to it, but we both know we belong there, together. Alone. In my heart I feel that in this place I will find myself, I will discover who I am, who I was meant to be since before time began. I will learn who I am to become when my time in that place comes to an end, and I transition from corporeal to ethereal.
In this place that I am now, I feel trapped, caged, submerged in a pool of emotions and demands. I am drowning in the needs and expectations of life and the people in it. I am overwhelmed by the demands laden on me by this ever-changing organism we call humanity. It’s like a parasite consuming me from the inside. It is infesting my heart and mind, trying to find its way into my soul. This symbiote demands me, it needs me. It feeds on my very essence, and it cannot live without me. Its desire to consume me is only tempered by the fact that it needs me to maintain a part of myself for its own survival, so it gives me a part of itself as payment for my compliance. It gives me small, fleeting rewards like love, friendship, euphoria and measured prosperity. But only enough to keep me complacent and non-resistant to its demands. Like a drug, I hate it, and I love it. I hate that I have let it rule me, dominant me, control me… use me. I have become a tool, a slave.
Life. The unaware call it thus. There are those that profess to be awoken but they are even more of a bondsman than I. The silent oppressor has ensnared them, and in their narcosis, they believe they are enlightened but in truth, they have become deaf to the roar of the beast! They willingly give themselves to it, their compliance, their hands, their eyes, their minds! With the swipe of a finger or a scan of their face they are given a world of pleasure and instant gratification, all the while they have become nothing more than fuel for the Beast. The Beast, that parasite, bares the number of humankind, it was created by mankind, but those who created it are controlled by an entity far more sinister than the Beast they have given life. The one that rules the minds of the creators is not the one who created them. They have turned their back on their Mother, they have shunned their Father and bowed their heads in subservience to the curator of greed, lust, power and pleasure.
But I, and perhaps you, seek to extricate ourselves from this artificial world.
I hear you calling me, I feel the pull, to leave. I know you are the original architect of this world I inhabit but it has been perverted and corrupted by freewill gone rogue. The palm print of the hand and the scan of the eye in the forehead may grant them the pleasures of six hundred and sixty-six lifetimes, but I choose the freedom of seven hundred and seventy-seven lives. I will lift my head from the glow of the glass in my hand and raise it to the light of heaven and seek to become one with the stars.