Demon Nation

You want to be that guy, a guy with a motorcycle, going and sitting at the temple of the Mother, writing literature. You have seen the guys with romantic perspectives and aesthetics you saw them get lost in the raids of the uncouth. Finer sensibilities do not matter. The first thing you lost, was your honour, though honour is a thing that is personal too and it is not lost unless you compromise with your codes and ideals. The damage dealt to you was and is of insane levels. They have ruined everything. It's a large scale exploitation and genocide that is going on and the culture is getting raped. Someone is responsible for all this. Who is it, it cannot be known but the ones who are responsible for it know who they are. No one must live in peace, seems to be the motto, no one but them. You remember the Buddha, either he was a coward of the highest order, or he was not. When you live in the world enough, you realise that life is not all Dukkha, not for everyone. It is Dukkha for the majority which the few in power inflict on them. Buddha was one of the few in power, isn't it. You understand the disenchantment though. You really get it. It's the modern times. The times of artificial intelligence and space exploration. Though after what you have come to know and realise, it doesn't really matter. When people's minds and bodies are enslaved forever exploration of the universe doesn't really matter and actually it's not even the enslavement of the mind and the body. It is the kind of absolute scum that have access to them. Each of them is a standalone entitled genocidal rapist. A normal human being, in this country at least, is an automaton of flesh and bones with his relationships mapped, continuously being pumped fear, continuously baited, being manipulated day and night by pumping of preset vibes. The motherfuckers doing this aren't even intelligent enough. The thing that boggled your mind is how low the threshold for being perpetually tortured in this country is. You don't even have to do anything. It can be explained all of it is so pathetic that it's better to spare you of that. You know what you want to be, and you know you want to be that because that it's what you actually are. A guy sitting in the temple of the Mother, with his bike parked outside, writing literature.