Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
I’m getting a little annoyed at that ‘cold and wet’ maxim. It’s fine if I am writing this in a kennel or a dog pound; then again, one might not be altogether remiss in assuming I am doing exactly that after a fashion. Since the dog symbolizes desire and we live in a world ruled by it… well. Right.
One of the things that happens to the human consciousness when it is immersed in material culture is that it forgets what it actually is and begins to accept the identity programmed into it by the force of materialism, thus rendering this potentially cosmos embracing force into that of a mindless consumer, being herded in one direction after another by the hidden persuaders. Most of humanity is then rendered into hundreds of millions of pinballs bouncing into bumpers that generate lights and noises. It doesn’t matter how proficient the player is, eventually the pinball goes down the bottom chute. After that, all sense of play and engagement in the magnetic fields of delusional life ends; at least for the moment… a new game… a new life… maybe the playing field looks different. It is still on an incline though and the same way that casinos make incredible profits, regardless of the occasional big winners is because the odds favor the house.