letra de the post-humanist delusion - supreme conception
as we tear down the wall that hides a part of human horizon
in order to direct the evolution of our distant descendants
we watch the elusive web of meaning unravel
and dissolve in the torrent of events that we are losing control of
omnipotence and theories of everything may be within our reach
but below us is just the abyss of complete nothingness
as we exert our ingenuity recklеssly onto a world following ours
altogether in vain, or with existеntial risks to materialize
beyond the fragments of the vast intersubjective world
the aeons of evolutionary history count for nothing
and the age of complacency is a sign of a looming disaster
we’ve become the masters of acquired cognitive dissonance
continuously flooded by impossible amounts of promises and threats
broadening of the horizons has only made us even more confused (and inactive)
the laws of nature are mute and blind, but the mind is never free of manipulation
bearing mute witness to irrefutable fact that there is no authentic self awaiting to be liberated
while all the momentary experiences of reality, in quick successions
don’t add up to any enduring essence – maybe our worst mistake ever
intelligence is mandatory but consciousness optional
no longer central to what it means to be human
and to achieve endurance and everlasting bliss (with subconscious disapproval)
the irony of self-deceptions and self-delusions
conceals just another alteration of a theme of loss
as the lamented interlude of the great replacement fades away
the perfect art of self-indulgence behind which the truth might dwell
bearing the seeds of its own destruction within itself
a trace of content, forever deprived of any meaningful form
the sedition of a brain without self-doubt
why choose when all the alternatives are the same
and when the misguided belief in an elusive dream is missing
the agony of self-escape and the choices that we make
leading to unforeseen outcomes at the speed of thought
if we could only forget it all again
unknown experiences and unfamiliar states of consciousness
revamp the minds – never guessing the complex reality
constantly reinforced in self-perpetuating loops (just amplify the minds)
yet not grasping the profoundness and the implications
of the growing seeds of different possibilities
we’ve been kept inside a safe zone by an incomplete story
and the myth of a free will on the quest for underlying causes
why choose? why fail?
the questions that can’t remain unanswered indefinitely
now vanish in arbitrary makeshift that’s impossible to reason out of
never knowing freedom – never obtaining release
and here we stand once more, sadly resembling the self-gratifying ones
with the same old aspirations bordering on the insane
wanting to be the agents of history, not the victims
thus dispensing with the necessary illusions of all the rising generations
that’s where we stood – that’s where we failed
the irony of self-deceptions and self-delusions
conceals just another alteration of a theme of loss
as the great replacement fades away
the perfect art of self-indulgence behind which the truth might dwell
bearing the seeds of its own destruction within itself
a trace of content, forever deprived of any meaningful form
the sedition of a brain without self-doubt
why choose when all the alternatives are the same
and when all the elusive dreams are missing
the agony of self-escape and the choices that we make
leading to unforeseen outcomes at the speed of thought
if we could only forget it all again
no longer pushing the boundaries of what’s accepted – of what’s expected
due to the fear of anything outside the range of the ancestrally familiar
constructing instead the notions where the very improbable becomes the impossible
the progress is painfully arrested, with no thrill and no wonder
destined to remain an ignorant and unthinking lot
believing in belief, and truth becoming unimportant
convinced of our superiority and moral virtues
until the moment of the great disillusionment comes
no doubt no good shall come out of it
with omnipotence and immortality within our reach
and below us just the abyss of complete nothingness
as we bluntly force our fictional beliefs on a submissive reality
in just another pathetic craze and another lesson in lunacy
a relief and consolation (alive in the now) – through a hallucinated voice reversal (amplify the minds)
perception (overcome by the archetypes) – may be the inheritance but no longer the objective
erasing this nameless edifice we once put up with pride
may be the only thing that saves us from ourselves
too many with too much to say
believing in believes and trusts now betrayed
and as we are losing our functional importance to the network
we realize that we may not be the apex of creation after all (no thrill and no wonder)
and as the vicious circle evolves at an unprecedented rate
we’ll be forced to consider the eventuality that we may have been wasting our lives on an illusion
and that the dead are no different from those never offered life in the first place
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