Xanadu

And Many Horses

The stars were not ours to conquer. The stars were stars and we were conquerors. And when all stars have been conquered what is man to do but make their own. And many men shall fall and many men shall rise. Many men call for the rich to be buried and the poor to have plenty. There is plenty to have. Many men call for the recognition of similarity rather than the separation that comes with the recognition of difference. But corporate armies and flags born from separation still reign too prominent in the council for fate. All men call for change. Even men call for change when they wish for things to remain the same, they had become different so they could become missed. We feasted upon our brothers and sisters, we raped and disfigured our brothers and sisters, we murdered and cheated our brothers and sisters. That has been normal and yet it does not always feel normal now. We all have wanted change in one direction, each direction to his own but each his own with direction. When 5 million horses tied by ropes to the pillar that holds the heavens pull, they each aimed in their own direction. The pillar will not remain where it was. The resistance is great but it is inevitability that resists all resistance to it. Many men call for the change of all men, for conformity. Many men call for unity. They say that all systems have failed us and a new one must exist for any hope to be had. That without it all things are lost. Brothers and sisters, this is the system. Men were apes before we were men but we still became man. I sit at the perch observing absurdity and hoping all will find their way out of it. But humanity, us many horses, cannot move the pillar if none will pull, even if in separate directions. If I could end the absurdity I should not, it is for the good of all mankind. Every man each is wrapped in his own delusions, but should I hold such disdain for his grandeur. I know their delusions are off mark. Progress progresses and the stubbornness of man propels it. It is inevitability we are the catalyst for. This absurdity caught in my retina does not call me to change, I have principles I have found and I refuse to disagree with them. I want no part in change for I recognize its inevitability. I have no need for blood on my hands in this progress that progresses regardless of what blood I shed.. I have recognized the change and only seek to stay to my own. I do not seek to change your world. I’d like to be friendly with your world and you to not tamper with mine. Leave me to my peace. Leave me to my progress. When change arrives, continue to change, but do not make your delusions a part of mine. I ask this universe we are all a part of for a simple contract. I have recognized this inevitability and ask only to be left to my own. Is this not fair of me to ask?