Written in Jail 12.22.02
Hello, it’s Sunday night and I just don’t know what to do. I am trapped in this cage called jail. I don’t want to sleep (Too much coffee). I tried reading my bible. (Ephiesians, just not feeling it) I don’t feel like writing more letters. (Burned out) So the last option I have is to write about what I don’t want to do… and here I am.
“Time is never time at all.” I find myself sining these lyrics from an old Smashing Pumkins song often. It’s deep and true….
Time is confusing. As a matter of fact, time is powerful. When I am feeling alone in here, I just imagine the outside world and the enormous amount of energy that is spent obeying the laws and rules within time. Mankind is currently in “hustle mode” out there. I think of all the fast food restaurants, and the drive-thru pharmacies.
People are constantly coming and going out there, and most often they’re probably just mindlessly moving. The sun-dial gradually moves around during the day, and each day blends into another day. I guess human nature has an internal need to move fast and accomplish things. I guess we are essentially animals, and our instincts drive us to run, fight, eat, live and survive or else we’ll die. Thinking further on this subject, we are like a hybrid animal, which has learned the value and style of art, planning, and telling of stories. We have complicated our simple animal minds with fast-food, television, brand names, and the status of being poor or wealthy.
Our accomplishments are: skyscrapers, battleships, and satellites have convinced (or confused) our minds into believing that we are superior to fragile animal bodies and instinctive minds. The need to hunt, fight, and reproduce have been completely eradicated from modern day life. Since our primal desires are degrading nuisance, we have invented and trained ourselves into worshiping the seconds of a clock.
Humans no longer need effort to survive. We once had to be animals to grow. Today life is given to us. We’ve forgotten the past, and take the future for granted. We have invented the clock, and coined the word “deadline” to justify our position and make us feel important and necessary. The world is evolving into an individualistic, self-gratifying, environment. We are addicted to the prideful notion of being superior beings, and ignoring our embarrassing animalistic qualities. I am in jail, and I have all the time in the world to think about this stuff.