Elucidating Questions

What does it mean to be alive?

What is the song that flows through me?

I am living and breathing

And persisting despite

In spite

Out of spite

Perhaps if I’m so awful the world deserves to have to deal with me

How many I’m sorrys do I have to say to these people who are suffering because of eachother?

Together, collectively, what is a civilization that requires there be those who suffer to exist?

The more I live

The more I recognise that we are in Omelas

That walking away is not so simple

That we are surrounded by that dark wretched suffering creature

That they are the homeless and the drug addicted in the streets

They are the starving bombed families and children of man induced famine

Does anyone ever free the poor thing?

The poor wretched suffering dirty thing in the dark room?

Suffering so that everyone else can be better off

Because we can’t circulate our abundance

Because we hoard it

And then bully eachother over our limited resource of relevancy

Anyone who says it doesn’t have to be this way is painted like a maniac

Why do good women die while evil men bomb civilians with “progress”

Bombs are progress

It’s like asking us not to kill eachother was too much to ask

It’s been so easy not to kill anyone all my life

Perhaps that’s a blessing

I think if we didn’t raise our children to hate other people there would be less violence

I don’t know all the answers

I just see people suffering and I know it’s wrong

When they say it’s god’s plan, they’re wrong

So many threads

So many choices

Human individuality and free will is almost a curse

No debate over whether we have it

No completely coordinated operation could have gone as off the rails as whatever this poor excuse of a civilization is

Civilised

I thought it was to mean of being civil towards eachother, the world, ourselves

What does it mean to live here? In this uncivil civilization?

What does it mean?