Earth Addicts

Life Junkies

The Earth to life as heroin to the junkie

I don’t know how we ended up here (on Earth) or what Galactic Experiment we are a part of, but ask any living thing around here to give up his or her or its desperate grasp on the soil we tread and you have a battle on your hands.

I guess that one thing that made Buddha Gotama unique and not a little mysteriously awesome is that one of the perks of his enlightenment (as reported in the Pali Canon and by other sources) was the amazing gift of remembering prior lives, all the way back to the beginning.

In other words, Buddha Gotama would indeed have known how we ended up here or what precise Galactic Experiment we are a part of.

He would have known the truth behind this sickness, this addiction to Earth, as evidenced by his attempt to wean us off the thing.

Unfortunately, there is no Methadone-Earth to ease us off this addiction, nor is there an Earth Anonymous twelve-step program to help us shed this burdensome illusion: we’re here, Earth-addicts, and we’re not letting go for anything. Each day, whether pleasant or painful (doesn’t really matter) is a new 24-hour fix.

There are too many outright insanities around (if you open your eyes and really look) to make Earth anything but a rather sick joke and its inhabitants the very butts of said joke.

Food, for one. All this work just to keep flesh and bones well fed and, yes, surviving. Try not eating for a week or two and this Earth body will let you know, in very certain terms, that you’re falling down on the job. During the Stalin-engineered famines starving farmers were driven to eat their dead children — that is Earth addiction in a single, horrific image.

Or sex, for two. Not only the human race but all conceivable Terra-fauna: just so many puppets dancing to the string-manipulators’ wishes (which makes me lean toward Galactic Experiment). Animal males fighting each other to the death for the right to copulate/procreate. Human males, ditto, though more politely. I can hear the odd laugh and even sense the odd shiver of disgust form the laboratory technicians up there, looking down on us, poor devils that we are.

Or religion, for three. Muslims killing infidels. Infidels killing Muslims. Muslims killing other Muslims for not being the “right” Muslim. Infidels berating each other for not being the “right” infidel. The crusades — insanity writ far and wide in blood. The inquisition — torture your brother into the news, decreed belief. Soon a limb-less corpse, should he refuse.

More snicker from the lab.

Or crackpot dictators, for four. Hitler, Stalin, Mao (who complained after killing, oh, fifty million or so of his own people, that there “wasn’t enough blood.”)

Wisdom has it that for Evil to succeed all that needs to happen is for Good men and women to do nothing. A lot of Good men and women have done a lot of nothing over the last century or so.

Then we had Genghis Khan, of course; the original murderous crackpot. Some pegged his score of dead bodies into the high millions as well.

I wonder what conclusions the lab technicians drew from these mass-murdering idiots. Surely, they could not have put the death tolls in the “success” column; or (and that’s a thought) perhaps they did, perhaps that was a huge success, in fact, for they (the lab techs, the experimenters) have recently worked very hard to replicate this dictatorial mindset among certain politicians — still at it, I gather.

I’m drifting off the point a little, sorry; the point being drifted off being that we lap all this up, wouldn’t let it, or any of its history, go for anything — save the few who follow the path of those who have seen through the farce and mapped us a path out.

Still, we all seem to value Earth more than Its Exits.

Our loss.

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