This post was inspired by the song “None Of Us Are Free” by Solomon Burke. Can you remain the same when you’re drowned in a crowd? Don’t laugh at nobody.
One of us is chained. If you follow him, you will let the bad luck in. It seems the 20th-century was God’s great banana skin. But everything can be explained if you factor in the money problems.
If you had enough money, would you accept to be drowned in a crowd that threatens to kill millions? I was drowned in a crowd once: I was surrounded by my friends from Lebanon and France. A clever mix between an excellent heart and human rights.
But now the promise has run dry. Nobody gets out of here alive. And some of us are still hanging on down here.
There Are Voices Still Calling
The voice is strong because there is a code only some of us can understand. We live day-to-day never needing anyone except our leader. He managed to drown us in a crowd with a number associated.
They say meditation will save us or free us. In psychology, they invented a cycle called Do-Feel-Think. The more I think about it, it seems the big bad world doesn’t owe me a thing. But sometimes the world can be wrong.
Who were those men of chastity, obedience and poverty? Rip off the mask and let’s see. Their wound was money or, in other words, the dominant idea. Still investigating the scene of the crime, they share a cigarette and try to remember what they try to forget.
No one gets out of here alive except maybe a few chosen ones. I was lucky enough to be the recipient of a code that will make your life better.
A Closed Identity Full Of Desire
There comes a time to be free of the heart, even though you could discover strange moments like a bad life orientation. When I was young, I was interested in signal processing and it seems I could have made lots of money in that field. Now, most of the data that our computers manipulate need to be analysed (like a signal from space).
Thinking of the courage I found to forget 2 atomic bombs in Japan, I decided I would dedicate my life to music while I pick myself up. Still reeling with nausea because my coach was interested in money, I will drink to health again soon thinking that the dominant idea most of us have to deal with is emotional intelligence.
This jealousy madness has to stop here on Earth because space is waiting for us. Even though warlords and criminals are still messing with us, we will find a way to get a crowd of space enthusiast gather somewhere and no one will refuse to do a Sun salutation.
Love Is Our Preferred Theme
What you won’t do for love is debatable but I would do anything in order for humanity to colonise our nearest exoplanet. That’s because I’m a child of the Cold War and the doctors have all given up on me. Except the ones who thought they could make money with me.
Imagine that a crowd can go to another planet and prepare humanity for space travels. It seems space was a Russian ambition and I respect them for that. But Russia should also realise that their heavy use of their Nobel Prize Pavlov and his famous classical conditioning is making us look stunned.
Jesus 2 didn’t build a temple so he decided he will colonise an exoplanet. But, if you knew me better, you know I built a temple: the subconscious mind and the dominant idea.
They Want The Kingdom, But No God
As a conclusion, that post was started because I was doing research on nazism, fascism and humanism. In 1936, one man refused to do the Nazi salute. The truth is identity is a vast subject but I think that we all share the same sky, wether we like it or not.
According to Freud, the subconscious mind is always messing us up. And Nietzsche theorised the death of God in 1882. What they meant was that, as usual, the real question is: who’s going to pay for your crashed car? The first person that comes to mind is daddy.
I’ve got a deal for you right here: let’s get people in a crowd of space enthusiasts, and nobody will act rude, except maybe if you are still vomiting that 20th-century bitch. Communism was not a bad idea but keeping up with the Jones is another story (mainly because it’s difficult to digest).