Do You Want To Understand Existence? Ask Questions. And Try To Answer Them!

The things that meet the eye while walking.

“How do we give people dignity? Ah, that is the simplest — but hardest thing. Dignity comes from rights. Dignity comes from norms. It comes from values and responsibilities. Ultimately, dignity comes from each other.” — Umair Haque

The bus over the bridge, the umbrella in the garbage basket, the abandoned baby carriage in the ditch, the car wreck from the industrial area, the things that meet the eye while walking.

Who am I?

Where do I come from?

Where am I going?

Mother says it’s dinner, I’m not able to tear me loose. A young man lies and wriggles on the asphalt. The body turns from side to side. Three men stand over him, they kick him in the back. One after one they kick, against the stomach, in the back, to the head, one-two-three, one — two — three. And it’s a never, never-ending pain. The pain makes the light white; the light gets rid of me. The low sun shines black light on the four men, they have sunglasses on, the three of them have sunglasses on. It’s almost night.

Why does this happen?

Why do we not stand up against this?

The morning light fights against the night, the night wins millimeters for millimeters against the day. There is a lot that can’t tolerate the light of day. It’s here it happens now, a man is twisting on the asphalt, a human is being kicked unconscious.

What is this?

Nothing is right.

Everything is true,

nothing is new,

everything is good.

I hear rifle shots, human bodies are falling, there’s a gun shooting goin’ on somewhere.

«Terrorist rights are more important than the nation’s security. Like and share.»

We are crying.

With our tears

we extinguish the weapon fire.

We stand up there, we balance on the edge. We go down. It’s steep, there’s a dragon floating in the big room down there.

Where am I going?

I feel the attraction from the vast void of nothingness under me. I stumble, I pour out in the big, empty space.

I’m suspended high above the enormous empty room, I see the rocks in the air, I’m the bird floating in the air, I hit the mountain; it blacks in front of my eyes.

Where are they taking me?

I roll on, I’m weightless, I’m heavy like a pencil, I melt into the night, I lose myself, I am lost way down in the black.

The rapist looks at me,

he’s not smiling now.

He puts the gun back into his pocket.

The things are rising, a massive wall rises against me. I see it coming. It’s now or always. And now or never this shall happen.

Down the road, a train of human beings passes by. People have tabs and flags. They call out but there is no sound. Dumb voices cry out against me. It’s nothing. It’s scary, but it’s not that bad.

Where are my questions now?

Nothing matters anymore,

nothing matters any longer.

Nothing is the same as before.

Everything has lost meaning. «Terrorist rights are more important than the nation’s security. Like and share.»

I cannot say anything, I have no words to say.

Where is empathy now?

I hear the metallic sound of caterpillars. The new meaning rolls forward on the mercy of metallic crawler tracks, the new meaning rolls down everything that is in the road for the rubber belts.

What comes next?

The sound of the larvae hits metal rhythmically against my naked ears, I try to lift the arms; I try to put my hands close to the ears, but they’re not there anymore, the ears are no longer there, the sound of metallic larvae is flying in the room past me.

“… your relationship isn’t transformational if you aren’t making the world a better place.” — Benjamin P. Hardy

I see a train of human beings, a long train of men and women and children, a long train of humans longing away from perversion, longing for love and communication, for dignity and justice, people dreaming of a better world, listening for the impossible, standing together to build a brighter future.

Where is empathy now?

“The future depends on giving people power again. Not power over. But power to. Power to realize themselves. The best, truest, and noblest in themselves.” — Umair Haque

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