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Veal calves are confined to cells (their whole lives) so tightly, they haven’t the room to exercise their muscles. These solitary calves are groomed for slaughter. Is a piece of veal more delicious if we remain unaware of the process of transitioning baby cows into edible tissue? Is the experience of being distracted so good, our conscience takes a back seat to our guilt’s agenda? What is certain to distract us? Reality. Does the source of that certainty (that I endeavor to identify) mean us well, or harm? If it means us well…why choose to remain distracted from the underpinnings of the reality we accept (to enjoy)? Our ignorance to the process still affects the physical properties we consume (like the taste attributed by the veal), so why should awareness behave any differently? Well…is the source of our distraction that we depend on (in reality) too vulgar? Then why do we want to be distracted from that process? Have we a conscience? Is it somehow in our best interests to not be reminded why the distraction (we depend on to survive) succeeds so often? Why remain ignorant…when it’s clear reality is open to suggestion?
Reality ultimately…is an unsuccessful method of distraction. The effects of recreational drugs will always remain appealing because the experience demonstrates consistently (through a hyper distorted awareness) that reality is ultimately observed and/or regarded as an unsuccessful method of distraction. Like snapping the reins of stress, arrogance manifests in the afflicted (a reluctance to accept reality) when it fails to distract from their guilty conscience. Arrogance is hope’s awkward cousin. I don’t want to escape “reality”, I want to document it from a safe distance. I realize that reality is a distraction because I am convinced what I perceive (as the source of truth) is anointed correctly (when it succeeds) in forgiving my guilty conscience. That is the reality I wish to uncork because I think it’s in my best interests to know why reality succeeds in distracting me from forgiveness. I should identify if the source of this certainty is sinister or divine.
Death is a priceless comedy. If you believe good things are waiting for you after you die, death is a pleasure. If you believe bad things are waiting for you after you die, life is a curse. If you believe nothing happens after you die…well then for you…death is a priceless comedy. The humour is over your head, because you are the butt of the joke. Sniff sniff…I smell incense. That must mean I’m addicted to the fire. At least I’m honest.