The Crossroads of Life's Goal

The heart is as the Sun,

It moves to an ebb and flow,

The rhythm of One.

With each moment of time,

From the white, vast, life-giving heat,

That encircles life, to a state sublime.

The heart cries out with the Law of Attraction,

Calling for another to rend it true,

Recreation of the Divine Reaction.

As each reaction aeffects the reagents of heart,

Heat is expelled, entropy proceeds,

Mortality looms, knowledge from death impart.

With lack of binding,

Of one soul with another,

It cries, a distress song of finding.

All who fail in achieving their life's meaning,

Find their heart burn inward,

To the eye of mind, frozen from receiving.

Yet if Sun doth find love,

If hearts be twinned,

Tempreature increased, fulfilled to the above.

All light must flow,

All bodies be emptied,

Myahp the only choice, to soar high or plummet low.

-30/10/2020

-Rijeka, Croatia

Croatia

 Arived in Riskje last night, got off the bus to a warm yet downpouring city. Spent a few moments astonished at how expensive everything is before remembering Croatia hasn't adopted the Euro, and exchanged at a rate of 7.5 kronen to the euro. 17 kronen for a local draught beer (0.5l), 12 for a coffee in the city centre, half that outside it.

Walked around the centre, getting gradually more lonesome, in part due to the language barrier, people who didn't want to talk, people pretending not to understand pan-european words such as autobus and train station, in Italy as well as other countries.

With no concious aim, I let my feet be guided according to my sub-conscience, and upon hearing nightclub music, entered a place called The Tunnel Club.

Relieved by the intelligence of the people there, who collectively turned their noses up at the Covid "pandemic", I dropped my backpack in a corner, and ordered a beer and stood at the bar.

My despair heightened and the depths of depression tightened my mind as I surveyed the scene - everyone was with someone, or many people. All seemingly happy, and as my envy grew, so did my selfish resentment.

After a few beers, a woman who I had noticed with the D.J. was stood at the bar next to me. When she heard me ordering a beer in English (to my shame I don't know but a few words of Croatian), she asked me where I was from. When I replied England, she excitedly told me how well she spoke English, the English music she loved, and we started to converse.

Being able to speak naturally while travelling is a welcome relief. She was what could be called crazy by many people. Hyper-expressionate, enthusiastically moving her arms and facial expressions to accentuate her words, she moved from trying to guess my star sign (she didn't) to Jim Morrison, to how David Icke was, in her words, the first. As she had picked up on my interest in spirituality, I noticed she was placing David Icke on the same level as Jesus Christ and the Buddha.

I told her that many people had similar beliefs to Icke's before him, yet in retrospect perhaps I spoke hastily, an d perhaps he is the pioneer she claimed him to be. I'll have to check how accurate she is.

When the Sisters of Mercy started to play, I had enough Dutch courage to start to dance with her. Soon, another couple joined us. Song after song of English language music played, from Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains to Queens of the Stone Age.

Eventually, I can't remember saying goodbye to anyone but I staggered to a shop doorway and got into my sleeping bag. I was woken up by someone throwing something to the floor beside me. Eyes blurry, I eventually focussed on a bar of chocolate and some peanut pretzels. A young barely identifiable woman, disguised by shadow, kissed me on the forehead and (maybe) danced away before I could even stammer a surprised "Thank you!" Unusually, when I awoke this morning the shopkeeper was preparing to open yet didn't shoo me away from cluttering his doorstep.

This afternoon I walked to a town called Pescine, and after a phonecall with my father, who kindly reminded me how nights sleeping rough without showeing creates a stink, I stripped to my boxers and swam in the Adriatic.

Cold and refreshing, it contrasted well to the scorching heat of an October in Croatia. Doubting the normalcy of the weather, I chalked it up to climate change. I walked back to Riskje, fed some fish, saw some two and a half foot starfish, and sat in a bar by the sea, where I write this.

I continue to search for a hostel, where my parents can send me a replacement bank card and SIM card, after my phone and wallet were pickpocketed in Rome. One hostel was full, the other, Dharma Hostel, told me that they had a group in last night, so they were closed while cleaning today. I asked about tomorrow and she said that the Ministry has said they cannot take individual guests due to Covid. 

Highly doubtful, she then told me it is not profitable for them to heat the room for an individual guest. Taking the hint, I walked away from a aseemingly paradisiacal location feeling unworthy.

Maybe things will improve tomorrow.

Unpublished Warning to Myself and Others From 2020

From the purifying flames all matter passes through
To the silent contemplation of a cold, remote and contemplative city of an ordered plane.

When one chooses to think, the thought must travel from where and whence could only be assumed by the attractor of a certain type, to type.

 The gradients available in the outer reaches of suffering could be called, ready to carry out any command programmed into them.

What hell can be described by people to create such feelings and capabilties, limited only by their thought, picked up by others and oft misinterpreted - once again it seems the road is lined with good intent.

Lament O Man, for thou art been led by your downfall to the appointed place at the appointed time. Your outgoing shall reverberate around the universe in ways that you cannot possibly foresee.

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Vexed in Venice

 In the Age of the Internet, information is free. The universities, galleries and museums display their information, relics and art to the public, online, for free.

People are learning, yet these institutions, as far as their physical locations go, restrict access to all but the privileged few who take out loans to the tune of tens of thousands.

Adaption should occur, lest they are left behind by the ages that progress with the passage of time. Why would an eager young student pay such vast sums when lectures, hyper-realistic digital photgraphs of artwork, and textbooks are available, gratis?

Perhaps, finally, the death knolls of Capitalism that have been prophesized since the era of Marx et al. is finally upon us. The mythical Age of Aquarius where humans are not valued according to their toil, but by the fruits of their creative selves.

Where personas are free to indulge in their hobbies, their passions, without having to slave at mundane tasks that could have been automated years ago.

The generations of counter staff, customer service assistants, till operators, factory workers and many more can finally be ended, provided the people realise that their exploitation at the hands of a tiny minority of elites can be forcibly stopped when the people show their 'superiors' that their wealth, status and power are dependent on the many.

A reckoning of equalisation is being called for, by many thousands of people, who are sharing information, philosophies, and political opinions with others around the globe.

The mainstream media, who propgandises on behalf of the few who would keep us divided, for the sake of keeping us from questioning the status quo that has been in place for hundreds and hundreds of years, are dying. More and more people get their world news and cutting-edge data from more smaller scale, independent online sources.

The world stands at the brink of a precipice - it can either fly higher and further than ever before on the wings of more and more technological advances, or it can plummet, to the ancient depths of slavery and opression.

Time, as they say, will tell.