Posted by Raul on April 13, 2013
There are still some lights on at night. Electricity keeps flowing and some of the street lights remain working after all these years. It is so easy to get confused by them, even now, after so many times of renewing the hopes of somebody else out there, just to find out later that I’m the only one left.
Grey darkness prevailing most of the day, and warm, quiet nights when only the breeze can be heard. Even wildlife is gone, leaving silence as the remainder of all the missing elements that were once part of the whole, and that now has become just a memory in the mind of the only one that still roams around in search of a hope.
A private planet is what it has become; a grave world. The place where only memories live since everything else is gone. A blinding flash of light at noon and then all life is lost, vanished; leaving just the inanimate, material part of the whole. One hand to cover the face from the sudden light, the blindness for a moment, and then the mystery of being the only one left behind to search for another and all the others that are no more.
Is it real? Is it some sort of a punishment for the survivor, or the others that are now gone? Why only the material possessions remain but all life is not? Is it a lesson for the survivor to teach him the value of all the others with whom he could never get along? Or maybe a lesson for the others, who gave so much importance to the material, to the point that they themselves became discarded over what they used to value the most? How should I know!
So now, after so many hopes when searching those lights for another one left behind, and never finding life but just material elements still working on their own, the simple contentment of watching from a distance and dreaming that they must be there, continuing their party of so long.
Maybe the flash of light will come back some day, bringing back all of those that are now gone. Maybe they will reappear like by magic by means that I don’t know. Maybe this whole situation of years now is just a nightmare that by tomorrow morning will be no more. Or maybe tomorrow morning it’ll be yet another silent day in this strange grave world.
Posted by Raul on February 6, 2013
You walk through a room, at the park, in a job place, anywhere, and nobody is there. Instead there are giant TV screens all around, showing people moving, talking, interacting with each other. Those people are absorbed in their world of movement and inter-communication; they don’t see anybody outside their world, outside the TV screen they are in, even if you are standing there, by their side, listening to their words and watching their movements.
You walk around watching the TV screens, like the lone survivor in a planet where the only memory of the past are the images projected by the screens about the living world that once used to be. Showing the people that lived in this planet, and the daily activities they used to have, but no longer exist. A deserted planet with only one inhabitant: you.
But you know is not the way it supposes to be. You know you should be another in one of those screens. Or more precisely, they should be physically around you instead of in one of those screens. Those screens shouldn’t exist!
And while you observe, think and analyze the strange situation, time keeps going by, and the classification given to you by them settles and grows. You’re not moving; you’re not interacting, and even if you try you do things the “wrong” way, so you become classified and archived: “Dumb”.
I remember when I was a child listening to people talking to me, while I was absorbed in fascination watching the characters in the screen talk and move. They talked to me and I didn’t answer. How weird must it be to talk to someone that looks at you and doesn’t answer, even if you repeat your words several times? I can understand if they classified me as dumb.
So you grow up isolated from the people in the screens, from the people in the world. This is their playground and if you want to get included, you must play by their rules of socialization. If you don’t know how to interact, or simply see everything around in a different way, you cannot participate, so you become isolated from the world while living among everybody else.
But at the other hand, it is such an amazing place inside one’s head! While people grow their outside world by interacting with each other, using their inside world as a take off ramp for everyday activities, you grow your inside world and learn to discard the -closed for you- take off ramp of your mind. You grow your inside world leaving the forgotten outside world as an untouchable place that cannot be reached due to your non-working, obsolete appendix in your brain called take off ramp to the outside world.
So the circle of isolation grows more and more as the time goes by. And while your inside world becomes a planet on its own, in the outside you look small and dumb for those that conform the real world.
As time keeps going, you realize the need to interact with the outside world, with the people in the screens, if you want to have a place in this planet. So like an old dog that can learn a couple of simple tricks to impress people around, even if he doesn’t understand what is he doing and why, you learn to answer to the words of the people in the screen when they look at you. You even learn to dare to initiate a conversation with one of them, when you realize you’ve been quiet for too long for “their” comfort, even if you cannot keep up with the conversation you started.
You could be quiet for hours and be happy while immersed in your activity, but with time you have learned that normal people, due to their brains programmed for socialization, require of everyone close to them to say “Hi” at the beginning of the day; talk throughout the day, and say “Bye” at the end of the day; otherwise they feel offended and consider you either selfish or uneducated.
So after several years of trial and error, for brief moments you might even look normal to them, until the exhausting requirements of participation in society betray you and tell everybody around that you are an impostor of a normal human being; that you aren’t normal, that you don’t belong among them.
So quietly you walk away to the vast inside world in your mind that you have built throughout the years. Back to the “normal”, back to the world you know; the world you live in, and where you can have rest, peace and happiness being yourself.
Posted by Raul on January 30, 2013
This is the result of another moment of blank mind or Unconscious Writing. In this case I had to read it several times to understand what the characters were talking about, to finally realize I have the same concepts, but never saw it that way…at least in my conscious mind. It is also posted as it came out, and without any corrections.
“Just don‘t say it! They don’t want to hear it. They know about it, but they don’t want to hear it! Besides…if you tell them, they wouldn’t like you.”
“But they don’t like me anyway.”
“I know, but you must pretend the world is not upside down.”
“Then what would happen if the true image becomes seen?”
“I don’t know…maybe they wouldn’t be able to withstand the true about themselves and their surroundings.”
“You mean…like a cage that is always open, yet is still a cage?”
“Maybe; they know it, but they will always deny it as a norm to follow. You know…the one proposing a different idea or concept will be segregated until the majority accepts such idea. Then, and only then, the masses will adopt the new proposal as the new trend to be followed”
“But that’s blind movement! And in such conditioning changes will take forever to occur, I mean, if the majority is waiting for the majority to act”
“And that’s how it’s been forever”
“Running with the eyes closed in an unknown field, guided by the sounds made by those running ahead of them”
“Yup! And always assuming those running ahead must have their eyes open”
“No wonder why when someone fall it becomes a massive fall!”
“And the ones falling on top will complain against the first to fall for not preventing the general fall”
“Blind movement supported by blind reasoning”
“Obviously; you must give away what you don’t want to handle”
“Take control of my life but I want control of my life”
“But then, what would happen if control was accepted by open eyes?”
“The dreaded responsibility!”
“Want another glass?”
“Sure, why not!”
Posted by Raul on July 5, 2011
Looking to the surrounding world; wishing to fly free; afraid of the trade that freedom implies with its characteristic unknown, the bird stands by the open door of the cage, immobilized.
The dreams of the outer world and its wonders from the safety of the cage; the fears of the feeling of abandonment when not protected by the cage, yet free to fly and explore
The little bird steps by the door and takes a quick look around, weighing the pros and cons of continuing with the infinite walk.
“It’s just a quick fly around to know”. Yet the wall of invisible air is still there, holding the fears and insecurities of the unknown.
The thoughts of remaining by the side of safety attack the little bird’s mind, while it fights to preserve the images of the infinite possibilities if only another step was made into the unknown.
The door of the cage was open, but just for a short time before it started to slowly move to become forever close. The little bird, desperate because of the closing door, pushes itself into its deepest thoughts, trying to find the solution to its confusion and indecision about its most logic move.
Time passes no matter what -the only reliable element of physical life- and the door finally become closed.
So the little, caged bird looks around its forever home, and the thoughts of flying free become the dream that never was, yet its heart smiles with relief.
“I guess I never really wanted to go”
Posted by Raul on June 2, 2011
The other day I received this joke in an email. I thought it was funny, but also makes you think of what’s happening in the US, and how people around the world see Americans. (The email was in Spanish).
The David returns to Italy
After two years loaned to the US, the David of Michelangelo is returned to Italy
Its proud sponsors were:
Crazy, Isn’t it?