Desire Fabric

If this was me, I'd be holding up a mountain. Or an Ocean. Or both. Imagine being fanatical over a machine? Under a machine? A harmful machine. And the crazy thing is that he used to be a strong civil rights supporter, marching with Martin Luther King Jr..

That's what he used to do. What could have happened - the only thing that I can see is a sort of mental crustation, not unlike a machine, where the wheels just start seizing and rusting. Staunch defender,full tilt boogie. Alot of "issues" that are discussed I percieve to be 'non-importante'. How important is it to discuss the whole 'big brother' society we are now living in? I mean, a group of intellectual literary 'giants' get together and mill over the topic and I just feel like the moment it surfaces it becomes redundant! It's been done!
It strikes me as an avoidance tactic. A repetition. A been there, done that. I want something beyond, because there are so many more important discussions that could be had, ones that even if they've been discussed, never become redundant.
Nothing I say here is set in stone. And that's the whole point. My mind is the ocean within the mountain. The mountain protects me from harm and the ocean flows with fluidity, every changing, ebbing, flowing, and unpredictable, with lots of harmless, beautiful creatures, swimming among the liquidy mass, healing and enlightening.