Showing posts with label turmoil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label turmoil. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2026

Architects of our prisons

Life forms never require order, they live outside of it. Life by definition is a self regulating process manifested through evolution and its tools, such as: environmental linking, rhythms of evolution, adaptation through cybernetic feedback with its positive and negative rule. Life in essence thrives in chaos.

Human race is a typical example. We adore loops, in cycles we find identification. Our society and mutual interactions always lead away from order, and into chaos. When exiting turbulence we are governed by positive cybernetic feedback, developing relations, bettering society, improving living standards, refine economy etc. And at some point our relations break, and we’re governed by negative cybernetic feedback, creating turmoil around us, when we destroy what we’ve built, even ourselves.

We are entropy of reality, a surreal natural phenomenon. Our views are anthropocentric, they’re beyond logic, beyond understanding. Our narcissism is authentic and in our roots.

We show affinity for drifting, since drifting is a human concept. New experiences are understood in conformity with the old ones, we like to perceive knowable ideas and events, creating inertia not only habits, but also in thinking as well.

Our dreams for future and eternity are constructs of our past and present. All this vastness encircling from beyond, all this depth within, all these souls breathing all around; they can be overwhelming every now and then, confuse us at times.

And we go even further, we like to create illusions. Mind constructs designed to delude ourselves. We compare ourselves to perfection, since our self love is vast. We never chase it, perfection is yet another dissipation of reality. A ruin built from an ancient one.

These old habits of ours create painful addiction, so seductive by nature, so much intoxicating, oh so very destructive. A familiar entrapment, closest form of behavior.

Cages made of freedom, contradiction in terms – us.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Pi




Here on the hot asphalt of the city, I boil in my turmoil. Those times when I’ve set myself on fire, and even now this soul is still in flames. Count zero, wondering the industrial wasteland daydreaming to reroute the connections to the motherboard of the soul, searching in craving to find elements to rebuild those burned circuits, damage so profound on so many different levels. I didn’t think I have any levels:) 

All of this creating peculiar dynamic in a spiral of life, an open system of clinical madness where everything is chaotically intermixed and it should stay that way, because this soul doesn’t need any peace at the moment, she needs… well, you know, dirty and messy;)