As we tear down the wall that hides a part of human horizon In order to direct the evolution of our distant descendants We watch the elusive web of meaning unravel And dissolve in the torrent of events that we are losing control of Omnipotence and theories of everything may be within our reach But below us is just the abyss of complete nothingness As we exert our ingenuity recklessly onto a world following ours Altogether in vain, or with existential risks to materialize Beyond the fragments of the vast intersubjective world The aeons of evolutionary history count for nothing And the age of complacency is a sign of a looming disaster We’ve become the masters of acquired cognitive dissonance Continuously flooded by impossible amounts of promises and threats Broadening of the horizons has only made us even more confused (and inactive) The laws of nature are mute and blind, but the mind is never free of manipulation Bearing mute witness to irrefutable fact that there is no authentic self awaiting to be liberated While all the momentary experiences of reality, in quick successions, Don’t add up to any enduring essence - maybe our worst mistake ever Intelligence is mandatory but consciousness optional No longer central to what it means to be human And to achieve endurance and everlasting bliss (with subconscious disapproval) The irony of self-deceptions and self-delusions Conceals just another alteration of a theme of loss As the lamented interlude of the great replacement fades away The perfect art of self-indulgence behind which the truth might dwell Bearing the seeds of its own destruction within itself A trace of content, forever deprived of any meaningful form The sedition of a brain without self-doubt Why choose when all the alternatives are the same And when the misguided belief in an elusive dream is missing The agony of self-escape and the choices that we make Leading to unforeseen outcomes at the speed of thought If we could only forget it all again Unknown experiences and unfamiliar states of consciousness Revamp the minds – never guessing the complex reality Constantly reinforced in self-perpetuating loops (just amplify the minds) Yet not grasping the profoundness and the implications Of the growing seeds of different possibilities We’ve been kept inside a safe zone by an incomplete story And the myth of a free will on the quest for underlying causes Why choose? Why fail? The questions that can’t remain unanswered indefinitely Now vanish in arbitrary makeshift that’s impossible to reason out of Never knowing freedom – never obtaining release And here we stand once more, sadly resembling the self-gratifying ones With the same old aspirations bordering on the insane Wanting to be the agents of history, not the victims Thus dispensing with the necessary illusions of all the rising generations That’s where we stood – that’s where we failed The irony of self-deceptions and self-delusions Conceals just another alteration of a theme of loss As the great replacement fades away The perfect art of self-indulgence behind which the truth might dwell Bearing the seeds of its own destruction within itself A trace of content, forever deprived of any meaningful form The sedition of a brain without self-doubt Why choose when all the alternatives are the same And when all the elusive dreams are missing The agony of self-escape and the choices that we make Leading to unforeseen outcomes at the speed of thought If we could only forget it all again No longer pushing the boundaries of what’s accepted – of what’s expected Due to the fear of anything outside the range of the ancestrally familiar Constructing instead the notions where the very improbable becomes the impossible The progress is painfully arrested, with no thrill and no wonder Destined to remain an ignorant and unthinking lot Believing in belief, and truth becoming unimportant Convinced of our superiority and moral virtues Until the moment of the great disillusionment comes No doubt no good shall come out of It With omnipotence and immortality within our reach And below us just the abyss of complete nothingness As we bluntly force our fictional beliefs on a submissive reality In just another pathetic craze and another lesson in lunacy A relief and consolation (alive in the now) – through a hallucinated voice reversal (amplify the minds) Perception (overcome by the archetypes) – may be the inheritance but no longer the objective Erasing this nameless edifice we once put up with pride May be the only thing that saves us from ourselves Too many with too much to say Believing in believes and trusts now betrayed And as we are losing our functional importance to the network We realize that we may not be the apex of creation after all (no thrill and no wonder) And as the vicious circle evolves at an unprecedented rate We’ll be forced to consider the eventuality that we may have been wasting our lives on an illusion And that the dead are no different from those never offered life in the first place