Long ago, man grew out of the world, yet he continued to be part of it. The trees, the sky, the bear and the eagle were all his friends. He made symbols of some and observed them carefully as they lived. From these observations, he created lessons for himself on how to conduct his own life. The mythology of the world around him told him that he was part of the world and instructed him to act in a proper way.

Then the bear and the eagle changed, slowly, into an old man. They grew a beard, as long as all the ages, and slowly ascended into the sky, far out of reach. Man tried to turn to the eagle and to the bear for how to live, but they were of no help. Help was beyond reach. The promise of a life spent with the world had passed and they were now forced to find a way to live on the earth that would earn them the right to have peace and wonder in a new life that happened after they died. This created much heartache, for man could not fully grasp the fact that god had deserted him and turned his world against him. But the power of superiority replaced any sadness.

Then god, in a great thundering crash, tore open the heavens and fell to earth, dead. Just like that. And there was no life after life to hope for. And there was nothing to replace him. God lay in a pool of his own blood in the middle of Wall St. And the people were frantic. What shall we do? they asked. But there was no answer. So many of them took the symbols of the culture that had grown from god's gift of dominion and fetishized these objects. The temples had already been built to money, but they were now more than ever the true houses of the holy. Food, the source of life, was reduced to something that required few resources to secure and little time to consume -- time is money, they reasoned. And the promise of a world that accepted them as it's own had passed, as had the promise of new life after this life ended. What was once the state of life grew into something attainable for a cost grew into something unattainable for all. You could be rich and you could be young and a few could do it at the same time, but no one could do anything forever.

And fifteen minutes became the new historical standard for relevance. And television myhologized life and life mirrored the mythology and so forth and so forth.

But reckoning will come. We will destroy ourselves because we want to. Because the only thing worth living for in a society with nothing to live for is death.
- Matt @ 12:00 AM