I once saw this great building. I stood before the colossal
white marble.
I thought the stone looked like the back of a turtle and I
wondered
if the oldest turtle was older than this building.
Turtle’s shells seemed prettier.
The tour guide said it’s only white during midday, but at
night it’s blue with moonlight, orange in the morning’s sunrise, perrywinkle at
dusk. A constant reflection of its surroundings.
I wondered if at the perfect time of day, the entire
building could disappear. Would it just float into the horizon behind it? This
thousand year old ode
to true love, greedy kings, resources in the hands of the
mighty few.
That’s how we’re all going to go anyways.
One day, we’ll merge with nature and that will be the end.
Finally the insignificant billions will have their revenge – but they won’t
find satisfying substance in our bodies.
You can’t live on tweets and self-adoration. Public profiles
to fill internal voids. Too many smiles on too many faces to be real. All
artificial accolades.
No intelligence. Tell us what we need to buy, listen to,
read. Tell me what my profile should say.
I would tell you my name.
But it doesn’t seem worth it. I am the same as any.
Maybe this is the biggest joke.
Humanity struggles
to find meaning, make its impact, become an Individual.
But the same trivialities, conflicts, achievements keep
circling through,
Like the ongoing triangle of a recycling sign,
making us think we’re making a difference. But it’s just a
divergence.
More external validation.
It doesn’t matter how big our social influence is,
how big of a foundation that building has.
When the sunlight, sky, merge just right
into the horizon, our contours and edges
become undefined.
Eclipsed by our nature.
