We are in a heap of ignorance.
The structure of current society, while hanging by a thread, is held together by inter-perceptional images we are only too happy to bow down and break bread for.
How we cradle these fantastical depictions. And through these images, we perceive an independent flesh… while ignoring the materials of wood and stone the crafters have molded. For we are merely clay jars. Pottery which truly hold no power of our own accord. We either serve the wine of thanksgiving… or the bitter waters of deceit.
With the waters we drink now chemically poisoned, our reality shows the spiritual curse brought upon us. We are in serious trouble. And until we stop focusing on the vain serving of our macro-world (and its numerous crafts), we will never grasp the lesson of our microcosm.
Let’s not kid ourselves. We worship a false god. And it’s not going to spring to life upon us any time soon.