The Collective Energies of Man
When you wake up tomorrow, it is usually unknown how the day is bound to be. Walking through the hours and minutes, passively accepting whatever father time gives, allowing your emotions and conscience to be tossed around like a ship in a storm. There are the days when the water is calm and there are the nights when the storms have yet to clear.
The sea, the wind and the sky, the collective energies of the day. Always moving the same way, as they have since the day we were born. However still collective, the energies of man are not as consistent. Like the days when wrong is but a word, like the days when even the sun is against you, the collective energies of man will share the fables of the times.
Like mold on fruit, the collective energies of man can taint or cure. Like the waves in the oceans, the waters of man continue to feed, clean, kill and destroy. But the waters of man can not be bound to predictable continuum. Unlike the magma that threatens and unlike the hurricanes that are mostly inconsiderate, the collective energies of man hold a strength more raw than that of the oceans.
The collective energies of man know not of its goodness and evils. The collective energies of man care not for the wellness of its own self. When you wake up tomorrow with the skies red with blood and the flames dancing with the fractured earth, there you will feel the collective energies of man from your bed to your grave.
Vomit on the chin of mother nature yet to be wiped clean. The dropped cigarette granted life for it has found its way back to your lips. Death in the pits of dying stomachs, and death moving faster than the speed of eyes. The anti christ, your best friend, worst enemy and mother. Carefully glued metal and synthetics, connecting through witchcraft and demons. Mathematics and physics as proofs of truth, holy divinities as values to the afterlife. Virtues as the one and only savior. The collective energies of man, the only true means to an end.
