I saw a man in a flowing white robe, the kind Jesus wore. He floated across the street in front of me, using the crosswalk like any respecting citizen,
brown hair and trimmed beard blowing slightly in the breeze.
Come to think of it, the guy actually did look like Jesus, gliding along, arms outstretched,
nodding apathetically at the people punctuating his aimless journey.
But that couldn’t be him. Jesus hasn’t been here in a long time…
“The streets are extended gutters,” I heard a man say once.
That makes sense in this world. This ridiculous worship of inane people and inane things
The sidewalk Jesus couldn’t do much to stop the rising tide of shit heading down the boulevards. His struggle lets me know just how truly alone I am.
Life is a series of lines and all we do is constantly queue up for the next wait.
When we look around at the people waiting alongside us,
we see a parallelism that is as comforting as it is frustrating.
That is what makes us human; we want to change but are too afraid to do so.
It’s a sickness of my generation, that we constantly want innovation and change
while consistently falling in line with whatever our parents already believed,
further perpetuating that cycle of stability.
It is almost unavoidable that we will become our parents,
whether or not we say otherwise.
To counteract this feeling, we rebel…
We strike back at the heart of those who made us and change ourselves
until we are simply fleeting images of what we once were.
Sad thing is that once this is established, we crawl back to that original ideal
Leave behind our “new selves” to recapture what made us “great”
Or at least that is the way our parents look at it.
No matter what we say or do, we want more than anything to receive their praise…
it is inherent in our operating system to strive for their acceptance.
There is no salvation.
(Alice in Chains – Nutshell)
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