Joy Division

There are two kinds of things which make us happy in this world:

Those things which distract us from a truth,

and

Those which express a truth.

Both are necessary, but we should avoid the dominance of the former. When that happens, we're put on the run, and that is a flight which becomes harder to halt the longer it persists. What we run from is ourselves, each other, and any power that has any hope of changing those truths which drive us to distraction.

Acknowledging the truth may not always be a joyful occasion, but it is the necessary first step in the chain of action which allows us to move towards real joy at all.

Once Upon a Mid-Morn Dream

The road winds and rolls through the mountainsides. It glides, a conveyor, the face and fabric of life. We move to and fro upon its surface, the wheels grinding, taken for granted beneath our feet. The motions are maintained by Mensa men with minds of mettle, having minds of metal doing their work for less than half the price, and living off the fat of their labour(er)s. They complain about how hard this is.

Suddenly, the track begins to slow. Everyone knows - this is the beginning of the end.

I know this, too, and all I care about is: If I am going to die, I am going to do it in my own home, in my own room. I rush to make it back in time.

I stand upon the high brim of the green valley that is my home. I have arrived in time. But then it happens: The world stops turning. All the oceans spill over their banks, and the whole world is washed, drowned in its waters. I seize the hands of my brother and sister and say: We did it. We lived this life, and we lived it well. Every day we lived it, and we have no regrets.

My brother begins to drown, and I hold his hand tighter, comforting him as the waters take him. The next life, brother... your next life, I will see you. I will see you marry, see you happy. I will see you there. He smiles and slips away. All becomes quiet.

I turn to my sister. Now she is both my sister, and my friend Hunter. I say: "We've just lived through the end of the world... what should we do now?"

She asks, after only a brief moment of thought: "You wanna watch a movie?"

Yes. Yes I do. That seems just perfect.

I set my ears to the stone, ready to take in the art. I grasp for something to play, and then I look upon what my fingers have found. It reads its message plainly, and my life is again transformed:

"Trust to Love
And
Onward to Mars."

I know this is what we must do next, and I wake with a smile, having lived through The End, and have now, told about it.