The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Wednesday, 13, August 2003 Ashes wrote...
The answers elude us... 12:18PM
The questions lie clearly before you. Why are things this way? What makes that work? That method is so inefficient. That theory doesn't sit right. But you aren't quite smart enough to provide the answers. They elude you like fog in the wind. They are beyond your grasp. You have risen just enough to see the problems but not enough to solve them. Most people don't even get that far.
Do you strive for money? Do you strive for position? Or do you strive for knowledge, foregoing the above? Few dedicate themselves so devotely. Most seek to hold all, yet end up with little of nothing.
Last night I stayed up till almost 2am playing CivIII. Today I was buggered. I am feeling better now but I have more meetings yet.
We talk of the matrix, of the wool being lifted from our eyes. Of machines confining us to their system. But what if it wasn't machines that created the system but us? And what if the system wasn't a virtual network that simulated life but something much more subtle.
We work, day in, day out, like the cog in a piece of finely tuned machinery we perform our little job. Nothing more, nothing less. What can I say of my friends, excellent though each of them is? None have achieved anything that changes much. These little human beings have wondered round as tiny specks on our planet, looking at a few things, doing a few things and accumulating a few things. None of them has really changed anything. Things will go on whether they live or die. It has all been irrelevant so far. They have had ample opportunity. I speak of myself not you.