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| Source: WonderHowTo. |
By Gundhramns Hammer
Over the horizon the Sun is setting (Fig. 1), its rays are playing with the clouds forming a beautiful phantasmagorical reddish and purplish cascade.
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| Figure 1. A colourful sunset. Source: deviantart. |
Enthralled and mesmerised by the natural spectacle, you are standing still, holding your small child in your arms, your daughter who is only a few months old. You talk to her in whatever language you are trapped and tell her that what is on the horizon is the Sun.
- Sun!!, Sun!!, Sun!!.... You keep repeating to your child.
You are planting the seed of your own brain trap in the child´s developing trap, because basically that is what any language is, a brain trap.
This brain trap allows us to communicate with one another in marvelous ways but at the same time it keeps us prisoners in a jail of words, thoughts or whatever the fuck you want to call them.
So, by the time we reach five we are already well wrapped up in a cocoon of words. Fucked up and lost in a world of words within our heads.
Storms of echoes of words go back and forth constantly inside our heads which appear out of nowhere.
We are now swimming in the ocean of the talking and overthinking naked ape, man (Homo insapiens).
Soon school comes along. New experiences make their presence.
Days come and go. And this brain trap has grown much bigger and bigger and it will grow even bigger as the years go by.
By the time we reach 40 or 50 years of age or before, we are trapped by the trap that is not a trap but we let it work upon ourselves like a trap to trap what cannot be trapped but is trapped.
And then to top it all off, some powerful big baboons - the global oligarchs - come along, those who are in command of the masses of the trapped, and these invent a whole slew of new traps to keep trapped the trapped people because they want us to be trapped to play with our trap, so they can live off and suck off our trapped trap.
Notwithstanding the trappers are also trapped by their own trap, so we all end up trapped, trappers and trapped. The fucking trap fell into its own trap.
Most of us are never or have never been taught by our parents or at school any methods or techniques to be the master of this brain trap.
Besides, the way things are set, this is a no-no. The big baboons do not want any of their sheeple (human sheep) stray away.
Nevertheless, such methods or techniques are relevant and important because they can help us bring some quietness, silence or peace to this hell trap.
Why hell trap?
Because that is what this trap is for most people.
Most humans have a Dante´s Inferno inside their trapped heads, especially when the sequences of real events in their lives do not fit their fucking whims within the trapped trap in their heads.
And even if some people are stoic, other fucking people around them many a times do their fucking best to make sure they also live in hell just as much as their own fucking hell.
Life continues its course.
So when the final recycling Trap that puts an end to all of the brain traps finds us walking along the way of all of the trapped, it snatches our trapped lives up and sends us to the hole of the real rabbit, to dwell forever in the pit where all of the trapped traps will be disintegrated and recycled by the forces of the Universe.
Our final resting place. This is the end to all of our stupid sellings and buyings, wheelings and dealings, all the technological hocus-pocus, warmongering, phone chatting, internet tweeting, any fucktardations, any nothings we came up with whilst we were biologically functional and psychological dysfunctional.
Anything: be it walking, talking, shopping, fucking, eating, shitting, travelling, working, building empires, making and hoarding money, arguing, fighting, killing, etc., etc., etc..... All gone.
Death taketh away everything!
Death does away for good with our trapped lives which have been after all, for most people, lives lived like well groomed zombies living within a trap.
Trapped zombies, vampirised biological robots, sucked up by other greedy zombies, all dreaming of security when nothing is secure in life except death.
Like a herd of fucked up pets inside a cage.
Cage? Is it possible? Are we pets within a pet within a chain of pets? A matrix within a matrix within a chain of matrices?
It could be.
Don´t some experts say that we live in a holographic universe? But then, who is the holographer?
This is why sometimes we wonder: Who is the owner?
Is the "owner" of this zoo of human pets on Earth - whether he, she or it is some sort of bored demiurge who is playing with a toy squirting big bangs when he, she or it is pissed off, or may be taking a dump, and thus creates a new universal trap every time he does his staff - producing his, her or its own trap?
It could be. Did someone not say that there can never be any trapping without falling into the trap?
Who is the trapped, the fox which has been caught in the trap or the hunter who depends on the fox to live off selling its furs?
As the saying says, in the end the hunter becomes the hunted.
Is it not ironic that after spending an entire life chasing and studying microorganisms, a microbiologist will be eventually eaten up and decomposed by bacteria, fungi and worms?
Life is such a flickering experience and yet we spend it most of the time bickering, arguing, tearing up nature or at war, with a few resting periods in between to come to the surface to gulp some air and gather up again our forces to engage in war once more.
We spend it doing a sequence of nothings which in the end sum up to nothing.
Nothing can be nothing because it is nothing we do to care for this planet.
Nothing could be more than nothing if we loved and cared for our only home - Earth - as we should and must.
The future is in our hands. It is unfolding right now.
The other nonhuman species on this planet are already doing their best to maintain the planet´s Biosphere.
- Sun!!, Sun!!, Sun!!.... You keep repeating to your child.
You are planting the seed of your own brain trap in the child´s developing trap, because basically that is what any language is, a brain trap.
This brain trap allows us to communicate with one another in marvelous ways but at the same time it keeps us prisoners in a jail of words, thoughts or whatever the fuck you want to call them.
So, by the time we reach five we are already well wrapped up in a cocoon of words. Fucked up and lost in a world of words within our heads.
Storms of echoes of words go back and forth constantly inside our heads which appear out of nowhere.
We are now swimming in the ocean of the talking and overthinking naked ape, man (Homo insapiens).
Soon school comes along. New experiences make their presence.
Days come and go. And this brain trap has grown much bigger and bigger and it will grow even bigger as the years go by.
By the time we reach 40 or 50 years of age or before, we are trapped by the trap that is not a trap but we let it work upon ourselves like a trap to trap what cannot be trapped but is trapped.
And then to top it all off, some powerful big baboons - the global oligarchs - come along, those who are in command of the masses of the trapped, and these invent a whole slew of new traps to keep trapped the trapped people because they want us to be trapped to play with our trap, so they can live off and suck off our trapped trap.
Notwithstanding the trappers are also trapped by their own trap, so we all end up trapped, trappers and trapped. The fucking trap fell into its own trap.
Most of us are never or have never been taught by our parents or at school any methods or techniques to be the master of this brain trap.
Besides, the way things are set, this is a no-no. The big baboons do not want any of their sheeple (human sheep) stray away.
Nevertheless, such methods or techniques are relevant and important because they can help us bring some quietness, silence or peace to this hell trap.
Why hell trap?
Because that is what this trap is for most people.
Most humans have a Dante´s Inferno inside their trapped heads, especially when the sequences of real events in their lives do not fit their fucking whims within the trapped trap in their heads.
And even if some people are stoic, other fucking people around them many a times do their fucking best to make sure they also live in hell just as much as their own fucking hell.
Life continues its course.
So when the final recycling Trap that puts an end to all of the brain traps finds us walking along the way of all of the trapped, it snatches our trapped lives up and sends us to the hole of the real rabbit, to dwell forever in the pit where all of the trapped traps will be disintegrated and recycled by the forces of the Universe.
Our final resting place. This is the end to all of our stupid sellings and buyings, wheelings and dealings, all the technological hocus-pocus, warmongering, phone chatting, internet tweeting, any fucktardations, any nothings we came up with whilst we were biologically functional and psychological dysfunctional.
Anything: be it walking, talking, shopping, fucking, eating, shitting, travelling, working, building empires, making and hoarding money, arguing, fighting, killing, etc., etc., etc..... All gone.
Death taketh away everything!
Death does away for good with our trapped lives which have been after all, for most people, lives lived like well groomed zombies living within a trap.
Trapped zombies, vampirised biological robots, sucked up by other greedy zombies, all dreaming of security when nothing is secure in life except death.
Like a herd of fucked up pets inside a cage.
Cage? Is it possible? Are we pets within a pet within a chain of pets? A matrix within a matrix within a chain of matrices?
It could be.
Don´t some experts say that we live in a holographic universe? But then, who is the holographer?
This is why sometimes we wonder: Who is the owner?
Is the "owner" of this zoo of human pets on Earth - whether he, she or it is some sort of bored demiurge who is playing with a toy squirting big bangs when he, she or it is pissed off, or may be taking a dump, and thus creates a new universal trap every time he does his staff - producing his, her or its own trap?
It could be. Did someone not say that there can never be any trapping without falling into the trap?
Who is the trapped, the fox which has been caught in the trap or the hunter who depends on the fox to live off selling its furs?
As the saying says, in the end the hunter becomes the hunted.
Is it not ironic that after spending an entire life chasing and studying microorganisms, a microbiologist will be eventually eaten up and decomposed by bacteria, fungi and worms?
Life is such a flickering experience and yet we spend it most of the time bickering, arguing, tearing up nature or at war, with a few resting periods in between to come to the surface to gulp some air and gather up again our forces to engage in war once more.
We spend it doing a sequence of nothings which in the end sum up to nothing.
Nothing can be nothing because it is nothing we do to care for this planet.
Nothing could be more than nothing if we loved and cared for our only home - Earth - as we should and must.
The future is in our hands. It is unfolding right now.
The other nonhuman species on this planet are already doing their best to maintain the planet´s Biosphere.
Now it is our turn to do our best.
Yes, best. Or will it be worse?... It is all up to us, humans.
In the meantime, Earth continues its path around the Sun. But sooner or later it will toll its bells calling us.
Will we be ready for her appointment?
If we do our homework right - our planetary housekeeping - and start right now, she might upload us into the future.
Or download us if we fail to meet her standards.
When the moment comes, what will come it will come if we come where we should have come to come to the place where all the species must come when they do the right thing to come: It means survival.
Or what will come it will not come for us because we did not do anything to come where we should all have come: It means extinction.
Brains without brains are no brains when we need brains. Brains with brains are brains when we need brains with brains where there should be brains.
And wherever there are brains with brains, there is the possibility for brains - the trapped trap - to make it into the future.
But man is behaving with no brains when he puts his brains to destroy what it gave him his brains: Mother Nature.
Will he have the brains with brains to change his collision course to smash his brains?
Will man be trapped by his own brain trap?
It remains to be seen.
An echo of an eco
Life is an echo. An echo of stabilised energy waves momentarily realised on the fabric of the eco. And eco is the sum of all the echoes dancing on a universal echo. Life is an echo of an eco within an echo of an echo of echoes.
If you take away the eco, there is no echo, ours and theirs. No eco, no echo; our echoes.
Eco with no echo can only be echo without eco and if there is no echo it is because we have no eco. No eco means no echo.
So if we want to have echo, we must take care of the eco.
It is high time we should all be ecophilosophising. And what´s even better: Ecoacting. Ecoacting accordingly, we know enough to do so.
Maintaining the well being of the Biosphere as a whole should be our common goal.
Another turn of the Earth has come to pass. Where did it find you? Have you questioned your own trapped trap in you head?
To question or not to question the brain trap is a good sign that you have or have not understood what trapping the brain trap is all about in our so ephemeral lives.
If you question you don´t move and if you don´t question you move. Such is the dilemma in our lives.
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