For many the turbulence of life

are inexplicable and profoundly frustrating our faith in goodwill. What is the

essence of personal meaning in a world where human relations are becoming increasingly

fragile? What is the meaning of this world when only one in a thousand will

succeed in his lifestyle? And what of the majority others left stranded by

forces that apparently none can escape from? What is the meaning of this world

where millions upon millions are forced to work in underpaid tiring jobs? While

the extravagances of wealth are accepted, tolerated, applauded and esteemed,

where does that leave the rest of humanity?

The twists of hypocrisy numb and

stagger, while our changing moods react to this world of ours. We watch

pontificating and condescending authorities speak of facts and visions bearing

little relevance that are in any way significant to the average soul.

We listen to the oft-repeated

clichés people employ as language has become script for so many a pre-recorded

programme with little room given for free thought. Conversations of blandness,

set-piece questions and answers and people ‘exchange’ ideas and thoughts on set

pre-defined topics.

The turbulence of life are

numerous and dense. The sad quality of human nature renders much of our need

for meaning and fulfilment a useless quest. The chaotic nature of the human

mind renders our hopes and desires resting on fragile ground. For dependence on

humans to satisfy our needs is a risky adventure, precisely because most humans

are themselves lost with no identities and suffering a severe sense of one’s


In truth, we are alone. Alone as

any planet, for though you may be part of a constellation of ‘friends’ and

‘family’, and though you may be part of a grand interconnected web of interests

and lifestyles and motives, you are still, in essence, alone as any revolving

planet is.

In this vast universe where the

uncertainty principle dominates, you exist in isolation with no adequate means

of knowing your security of your journey’s path.

This truth, in turn, grinds down

upon your hearts as we walk our daily lives here there. The heavy truth is that

we are all alone and that the caring ones are fast decreasing in numbers. Our

world is being divided between the cruel ones and the frightened ones, whilst

the brave, heroic ones are dying out, and an increasingly lame society and an

increasingly brainless culture, renders it more and more difficult to continue

enacting out that heroic role.

The Age of Quantum is the Age

of Uncertainty!

The destruction of the self due

to its gradual erosion and fragmentation. United personalities are being hacked

away by the effects of a profoundly idiotic ‘culture’. These poisonous gazes

that culture spits out creates a decoherent, paralyzed sense of meaning to our

daily lives.

It is far more comfortable to

exist numbly rather than to exist with a thinking mind, because the latter

frightens us, given the ugly truths of our reality. For to reflect upon one’s

condition is to divulge the secrets of who we are all trying to repress and

hide. The hidden secrets of our hearts that would awaken our eyes to the sordid

spectacle of human nature afloat everywhere are not so easily to bear, even

though the hidden secrets of our hearts we all can know of - if we desired to


For in truth, the real vision of

human nature is far too exceedingly ugly to behold!

Yet your persevering repression

breeds chaos and greater fragility. Repression creates rage and an increasing sense

of being lost in one’s own life. All creatures, great and small, the rich and

famous, the hungry ones and the beggars, the middle class workers and the

destitute unemployed ones all share one common grief: the sense of a lack of

personal fulfilment for one’s vital existential needs.

So what is this life teaching us?

What is this life conveying to our impressions? As the days pass by, the years

and experiences being remembered, what calculations do you create and what

results do you deduce therefrom?

The different sceneries you

witness, the deep conversations you have had and the experiences you have been

through, what essences do you infer therefrom? For in the final analysis, do we

not all have a personal ideology for fine tuning our attitudes and lives in a

positive and fulfilling direction?

And what of those afflicted with

a terminal illness? What greater paradox can there be in life? How can we

equate the authoritative, pontificating steadfast words of some, when for some

others extinction is a near certainty and thus making their brief lives so

utterly wretched?

Paradoxes of life!

The soldier killed at the dawn of

war and the soldier killed in the final hour of the war. The prisoner of war

who is summarily chained to an enforced loneliness and a casual sentence of

frightful solitude and brutality for an unspecified time. What explanations do

we offer ourselves when we try to understand the words and meanings of the

puzzles of life?

The delicate nature of all souls

in their routine lives saddens us. The quick discovery that life’s offerings

are bland and predictable.

The architecture of loneliness;

the architecture of gloom; the architecture of mass-produced, cheap, drab

houses surround our bewildered visions: these are our home towns; these are our

cities – this is where our solitude comes from. The extremely ugly row of

houses, the high-rise gray buildings, the dull corner shop, the bleak streets

are common sceneries we all witness and experience hourly. This, then, is the

architecture in which we are to live our entire lives?

Well, I say there can be no

proper, decent and healthy living in these repugnant circumstances. We can only

repress our emerging grief and our daily dying and our hourly saddened sighs –

if we choose to tune to ourselves. The repeated ugliness of the towns and

cities destroys joy, creativity and our remaining hopes.

The morally empty lives we live.

The fundamentally directionless lives we live. This is indeed destitution for

rich and poor alike, for this lifestyle we are living through creates a

crassness within our minds.

This is the ongoing decline of

‘culture’ that I am speaking of, and this is the exact same decline that every

ancient civilisation once underwent, leading to their ultimate extinction.

This is our age of the decline

and the deadness of our souls.

And as we surrender our sense of

the self and joy to the opium, mass produced high-tech rubbish, nonsensical

‘culture’, so too do we lose our own minds.

The murder of Man is now abstract

and no longer necessarily bloody: for it doesn’t really need to be bloody at


The destruction of the human race

can and is being carried out far more efficiently by the greatest propaganda

machine that has ever been created: the junk mass media culture of

entertainment, hype, stupidities, fast services, bumper sticker intelligence,

plasticity of tears and the deliberate ignoring of our noble feelings and