I've been thinking about that lately. One of the few things that separates us from other species is our seeming level of consciousness/awareness. And that hasn't yielded us a fate other than the species that surround us.
I don't think we're so special anymore
Lately, I don't think so either. Some people may view that as a negative outlook, but I don't view it as such. Matter fact, I view it as positive because its taking a realistic approach to life's questions. I don't like fantasizing about what could have been, or what might happen in the future. I'd rather deal with reality as it is and roll with the punches. I might see a beautiful woman walking down the street, and think to myself, "wow, she's something else." Then I see a wedding band on her finger, and as a result she's off limits to me. So then I say to myself, "she probably goes through more toilet paper in a week than I go through in a month." It's reality, its cynical to be sure, yeah, most definately. But, its still reality. I don't have some way to put it, because thats just how it is, and I prefer it be that way.
It makes me think of Eric B & Rakim's song, Paid In Full. One of the lines in that song goes.......
Thinkin of a master plan, cuz aint nothing but sweat inside my hand. So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent. So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint.
That verse can be applied to searching to the answers for life's questions. I've been digging through different religious doctrines, examining what I've been taught as a born in Jehovah's Witness, examining the various thoughts posted on this message board, purchased numerous books on philosophy and theology, etc.. I'm still not satisfied with the answers I've come across. It's to the point that I feel like I'm coming up with only lint. Am I wasting my time?
So I walk up the street, whistling this, feeling out of place cuz man do I miss.....
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of, me and Eric B, and nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish, but without no money its still a wish
Cuz I don't like to dream about getting paid
I don't like to dream about getting paid either. I don't like to dream about a paradise earth either. I don't like to dream about whether or not Babylon sacked Jerusalem in 607 or 586 either. Lately I don't like to dream that God is going to set the Governing Body straight, and get this religion in order. I don't like dreaming about myself one day finding all the answers. All of that lately just seems like fantasy to me. I'd rather deal with reality as it is.
Ya know, I really dig Ecclesiastes and the cynical yet realistic tone throughout that verse. It's so truthful when it comes to the eventuality of man. We might be more conscious than animals, but we end up in the same dirt they end up after its all said and done. Same happens to the wealthy, the poor, the wicked, the just, blacks, whites, and everybody. Considering that I feel like, why am I worrying about life in another realm, or the fantasies of the religiously inclined? I need to start living life now.