Enjoined

When we did grovel into the world, no one told us there were to be rules. We were simply thrown into a cul-de-sac, a system, a human architectural fashion of seeing the wheel of life gyrate. Nobody asked us if we liked the rules. They were ...in extant. Ab ovo.

Whoever came up with the notion of "authority" should be sold as slaves to some rural place. We were born, warranted the same things. A worthless shell and a sisyphean railroad of what is life to come. You are not better than me; neither am I better than anyone else. Bound to that mortal coil...and that almost immortalised world of limitations after limitations... oue realm becomes our own human synthesis of good and bad, right and wrong.

So as we swivel around ad nauseam and stumble into train tracks after train tracks to only realise that no train is about to hit you just yet because we'd suspect a higher power decrees so, we realise that...maybe the spectacular notion of choices...is merely a delusion...

I ask... If choices means if one chooses to adhere to the mores of man-made mores or not; whether I'd allow myself to be subjugated by what is deemed "good" by the values and the principals of human tenets, why do I even choose?

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 9:00 pm