The galaxy behind the eyes.

The galaxy behind the eyes is the future of everyones lives. In the deepest of nights or when you are alone and cry, remember that the inner light of a thousands of stars never dies.
It is the power that makes people love and care for you. As long as you do not pull the curtain you can be certain that you have the power to succeed in any hardship.

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Panda

While my brothers’ roar and hunt, I stay quiet and eat my bamboo. Unable to choose between black and white, I carry both heraldries with pride. I am alone most of the time and not many of mine exist in these times. Being so alone, does hit my mood. I roll and move slow, love is a sideshow as I live from day to day in a boxed cage. I do not care about the future and live in the here and now and I feel like a relic of better times. I am a Human, but I am a Panda in a world of monsters.

Paradise Lost

The world is a paradise turned sick, sucked dry of its beauty. It’s dark blood consumed for our own life of luxury. It’s green forests full of life replaced with jungles of concrete and steel. The fertile earth turned to ash by burning industries that spit fire day and night. As such our knowledge is our own loss of the paradise given to us.
The apple of wisdom, the apple of ideas, hope given to us, to shape our future, was also the poison that is slowly killing us, as we misuse its potential.
As such we must ask: Was the devil actually evil? Did he have hope we would use the apple in a wise and reflected way? While God already dismissed us like small children? Maybe God was right, and we are, but the worst sin is us that doomed the person who had hope into the inferno. Still today we blame that helping hand for our sins. Still today we have not learned, and still today we make the same sins as we did a hundred years ago. We are Uroboros. We are our own doom. We are eating ourselves and will be the end of all things.

Life and Death

John was born, and the parents smiled at his rosy flesh. “Face so young, free of worries,” the father whispered, “you will learn more than I ever did and you will be freer than we ever could be.”
John went to school to be chained by duties and rules. He learned that grades are the gates to a better future. As such he listened to the doctrinal words of the teacher and the lies in the books. How can written facts be wrong? The rosy freshness has long gone.
John had a job, and he was chained to his desk. The monotone glimmer, the shimmer of electronics, in the corner of his eyes hidden behind the piles of work, towering on the right and left of his sight. The boss enters and smiles.
“Freedom lies in money and money is earned with hard work,” putting more documents on top of already older documents. “A new PC will arrive soon so that more work can be asked of you”, said the snake tongue. The skin has turned pale and grey and became not better after every passing day.
John lies now dead in his grave. Freedom he has finally reached. Peace he can at last embrace. No work, no laws, no worries when the dead rest their eyes and minds. A soft smile on the lips as his soul unchained travels to a better world.

Offended

People that feel offended for others,
People that scream racism and sexism for others,
Must be sad people.
They care more about others then themselves,
They know everything and everyone better then themselves,
They are so sad that i feel like i need to be sad for them.
I feel like i need to tell them what to think,
What to do,
What to say…
Doesn’t that make me a sad person too?

Comments by readers on Facebook:

  1. Ben who feels sad for sad people
    Must be a sad person.
    He cares about what others shouldn’t feel and think,
    He thinks he knows how sad that could be so that makes me sad that he feels that way.
    Now I feel like i need to tell him what to think,
    What to do,
    What to say…
    Doesn’t that make me a sad person too?
  2. Peter who feels sad for Ben being sad for sad people, must be a sad person.
    She cares about what Ben thinks about what other people say and feel about others, which makes him sad for them. She thinks that she now needs to be sad for him, and needs to tell him what to think, to do, to say so that he won’t be sad for other people anymore.
    Now, I feel sad for her being sad for Ben, who is being sad for sad people.
    Am I a sad person now too?