Earth Enjoyer, Hellblazer

How is it like to feel the breeze on the skin, how is it to actually fall in love and be able to understand what your beloved is saying and knowing that your beloved understands exactly what you are saying. Life has become quite simple. No need to feel the breeze on your skin, no need to understand or make understand anyone. It's kind of bearable when one thinks that it's God and His great plan. Sadly it's not and suddenly this shit becomes unbearable. There is nothing to be done about it, because there is nothing that can be done about it. Isn't it so simple? All of it? You try to collect and organize your writings, filing them in appropriate locations. The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa tells you there is nothing to be done about it. Japan was your favourite country in the world, its cultural tenets of honour, shame and respectfulness resonate with you. You understand the cruelty of the Japanese, you understand why these motherfuckers started making cartoons and toys after US nuked them. What does one do after humiliation? Do they have revenge on mind? That's where power comes into play, domination and subjugation is the name of the game. The question arises what will the ones dominated and subjugated, subdued after being overpowered, do when there are role reversals. The fun part here is not about the ones playing the game, the fun part is the dragging of the ones who aren't playing the game and just want to peacefully do their work. Generations perish and with them perishes the thought of getting even. Or does it? It's, unfortunately, all powerplay, and peace was never an option. You see the bullshit for a whole decade and one fine day you get up and put an end to the bullshit. Elephant walks, dogs bark. The US, Japan and Korea are doing in India what India is doing in Africa. You realise that and you realise that 1940s are only 8 times what 2010s were from today. The problem is not retribution though, it's unwarranted assertion of supremacy. They are not good at the game and they can't be because you need to have your boots on the ground for the actual experience. I don't go to the gym, and I don't feel the breeze on my skin and I don't need both because I got boots on the ground. Of course it is needless. I could have been at my farm, farming fruits and vegetables and sleeping in the shade near the flowers on a charpoy, and yet here I'm soothing the massive egoes of idiots who are also incompetent. Japan has Nanking, and it also has geishas. You visit a geisha and after the tea ceremony you put your head on her kimono clad lap and take a nap. The earth is enjoyed by the brave is such a nuanced expression, and you know its nuances and depth. The skin has stopped craving for the breeze like it once did. You are enjoying the earth, and you see the worms that tried to make your life difficult, they need to grow beyond the larvae stage to do something worthwhile. You arrange and file your writings in appropriate locations. They are relics, relics of life of man who walked a hell that was not even his to begin with. Hell is a joke, Dante can suck dick. The eighth circle of hell has me with a bulldozer in it. I will obliterate it. I will burn it down.