Rage Against the Machine

The days have been getting longer and the nights shorter.

I enjoy the night.

I am alone and nothing is there to harm me except myself.

But my mind begins to wander................................

I have been off work sick for four weeks. My doctor diagnosed it as stress and depression and gave me some stronger pills.
Chemicals, we are what we digest. What am I now?

Life is still a grind, still a chore to be carried out and it is there every time we wake up. So how is it that we go through this alone, that no one can understand the torment of the soul?

Perhaps it can be likened to the pain that can be borne with backache. Only the sufferer really knows about the agony and the constant erosion of the spirit. Even detailed explanations cannot provide sufficient explanation. The only way for people to understand is to have a taste of the same anguish. I do hope it does not have to happen though.

Every day is the same. Relentless. Occasional glimpses of light only serve to emphasize the darkness in my soul.

Society treats the depressive as a leper, or perhaps a hypochondriac - an illness that is conveniently manufactured. Do you want me to create some for you? Is that what you would really like? I think not my friend.

So welcome to the machine. Welcome to the incessant turning of small cogs that are oiled with pay packets or pats on the head. Money feeds the machine, keeps it running. Each individual is a very small cog in an enormous machine.

To retain sanity each individual maintains a small section of the machine and believes that this section is the whole. How wrong! It could be that they consider the family unit to be the machine in its totality. Or it could be the workplace. And the higher up the hierarchy the individual is the more they think that they are important. Hah! They are only fooling themselves. Do they really think that the world would stop spinning if they were removed from the equation? Who is fooling who?

Human beings. Mainly water - a lot of electrical impulses that comprise a persons brain and a lot of chemicals, atoms and molecules, to sustain the brain.

We start out this life as nothing and after departing this life become nothing again. Philosophy, my friends, can be terribly soul-destroying if you haven't got the inner strength to be able to focus on the ego at the expense of reality.

Imagine the hugeness of the infinity that surrounds us and the part we play in the march of time. We are nothing!

And now you know why I am a little depressed of late. Watch this space.