It’s all in our head
The thought terrifies me
I am not qualified to build a world
Least of all my own
Memory is such a scant and fleeting thing
Reality
Ephemeral and obtuse
Based on whatever mood we allow to rule us
Learning is filtered
Coloured by our thoughts about what we are thinking
When you really get down to it
We are all drunk on our own perspective
Leaning hopelessly in one direction
Instead of questioning constantly
Is this real?
Or yet another misconception
And distortion of the facts
But it gets worse by extension
The thought that there are millions of other humans
Lost in their own illusion troubles me
This and the next generation laid bare to the whims of young white male dictators who live behind screens
Conjuring up ever darker depths of human psyche
Entangling us further in the hype
Of love hearts and likes, channeling our own bias until it turns into walls and fences
That turn against us
And keep us hemmed within the limits of our own consensus
Arguing with the person next to us
Finding ourselves alone
In the echoey chambers of whatever confirms our narrow point of view
And yet there is an upside
A bright side
And thought that excites
The potential of a genesis that has sprung up from the awareness
That everything is an illusion
And if we build our worlds
Day after day
With our thoughts and our perspective
This entire construct is elective
Each morning
Is Groundhog Day
And the internal narrator arrives to say
“In the beginning there was heaven and earth ..”
And we begin again
A lot to consider here – as there should be 😉
God is our answer.