A Blink in the Night

Blistering sirens sound off in the night as the hurricane symphony of nuclear intimidation tactics blare boisterously across the airwaves, signaling to all citizens that the war is, indeed, officially hot. Game on. But the strange rules of this situation deem that there shall be no victor, only losers. Total annihilation is what the bat shit crazy elitists are seeking this time. All the marbles have been thrown. All the cards are on the table. They are gambling with house money and our lives. Two things they don’t really give a hot steaming pile about. It’s a filthy mess.

But who’s to blame? Is it those who pull the triggers? Or those who allowed them to remain armed to the teeth for so long?

Existential ponderings meander down the silhouetted sidewalk in lukewarm anticipation of complete devastation. Open hands are held out as beggars plead for one last morsel to chomp on and one final thimble of water to quench their parched lips. Not that it’ll do them any good when the fire from the sky starts to descend in earnest.

Just delaying the inevitable death that is becoming more certain by the second. But isn’t that what life is truly about anyway? Just a process of holding back the yawning grave for as long as possible?

Just a game of keeping the reaper at a safe distance until the fatalistic eventuality of his scythe comes ripping down through the neck? Sliced neatly with a butcher’s precision. Why try to hold back destiny? Why not just dance as the wild winds blow and revel in the glorious chaos that is being unleashed from on high? We’re all going to die. Why not get a slice of that pie before your tongue can no longer taste?

Hedonistic urges replicate in gorged osmosis as cellular mass intensifies deep in the core of it all. Drink the wine. Feast upon the meat of slaughtered beasts. Sing and be merry. For tonight we surely meet our final fate. Gluttonous glorification of sinful sloth.

Inhibitions released under the insanity of a full moon. Fevered daydream hallucinations collapse into the ring of flames and give rise to smoke signal images of things to come. Wiped out extinction process in slow motion revealed as an oracle of dire warning. No lifejacket out at sea. No hero to save the day. No savior to swoop in and rescue the species. It’s curtains. It’s cancer. It’s the final goodbye.

In the blink of an eye the entire scene can be undone in a flashpoint reversion of matter back into its primordial state of voided entropy. Just as things supposedly transpired to kick start this whole experiment called life, so, too, can the process implode back in upon itself and fade away without uttering a single warning.

No goodbye. No suicide note. One moment we’re here, the next moment we’re not. Vanished. Vanquished. Gone without a trace.
Some say a Big Bang erupted out of nothingness to create and set the universe in motion. Something out of nothing? Seems like a strange theory to me. Kind of dogmatic, really. Just give us one little miracle in the beginning and we’ll explain the rest quite rationally.

No worries, just have a little faith. Scientism can be just as much of a cult as any religion when you get right down to the brass tax of the matter. Following any type of idea or belief system without using logic or critical thinking is a dangerous game to get caught up in.

Sadly, many people are playing at such a thing. As long as the men in the white lab coats who are funded by the money men in expensive suits and given credence by the teleprompter readers on corporate news media are spouting off about some asinine possibility, the masses will go along, hook, line and sinker. Propaganda is a powerful tool and it has been crafted, manipulated and worked nearly to perfection over society at this point. So sad but true. Cry me a river. Drown away the sorrow. Better that than getting all bent out of shape about the state of things as they are in this day and age. Besides, change always comes. One way or another. Nothing lasts forever. The technocrats have had their five minutes of fame. The fools have had their time in the sun. I sense an eclipse coming on. A long dark night in which the tyrants walk blindly toward their demise. A fall from power. Then, of course, there will be a vacuum to be filled.

Who will step up to the plate and assume the reins? Who will reign in that time of chaos and confusion? Or, might there be a spontaneous evolution of the collective consciousness in which the possibility for true anarchy takes sway over the people’s hearts and minds leading to a beautiful utopia?

Maybe, maybe not. Whatever happens, happens. It is what it is.

Whichever way the wind blows. It’s all water under the bridge. Take it or leave it. So it goes. Simplicity is the ultimate answer. With great power comes great responsibility. He that increases knowledge likewise increases suffering. So the solution, basically, is to just not think too much. Capish? Get it, got it, good. Calm the mind and you’ll find peace. Detach from desires and you’ll know contentment.

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. Read other articles by Scott Thomas.