You know, all things considered, I’ve found that it is perfectly logical to conclude that life is unfair. It’s a strange concept really…fair. But you see, by the time you grant yourself the responsibility of an ego you’ve already inflicted years of carnage.
Have a look, go on…
Turn around.
It’s ugly, isn’t it? Not all of it, but certainly some of it. Intention counts for nothing back there, it’s all made of stone or ether on the either side of the wall.
God. No wonder we’re so easy for that other world, wracked as we are with guilt. Just have a look at the mess we create in the space between cradle and hand. ‘It’s not my fault, I didn’t know there were rules. I’m innocent! I was ignorant. I want my Mum!’
Yes that’s it, run home to your mother, crawl back into yesterday. You big wuss. Sissy. You big girl. You’ve given in, haven’t you? You’re weak. You believed in it all, didn’t you? Turned all your dials and agreed. Go on then—contract. Disappear.
You are Nothing!
Wait.
No.
I’m gonna be someone!
Get Up!
Yes! Stand up! Fight! Set the hearts and minds to agree with you, change the world, make it all like you! Squash the world flat and prove once and for all that you were right!
Yes…
That’s it…
Come to Daddy.