When you live in a society where shallowness is embraced, there will be a mass following of people who imitate shallowness.
You see, the elite can only thrive with a mass following, by creating a mass appeal, popularity.
The merciless thrive by exploiting the basic human desires, and brand their strategies with the facade of “love” or “humanity.”
This shallowness is a form of turbulence — keeping us distracted, distancing us from Light.
Light can seem invisible with turbulent vision; yet the wise know Light continues to radiate in full spectra in undetected forms.
The wise know to be wary of “charming” promises, as Plato says “Things are not what they appear.”
It is only those placed in liminal states who are able to contrast between discourses.
But you see, our state of being is not a static entity. Circumstances can harden us, circumstances can soften us —
Can one be so optimistic these days?
Something new is occurring in human history, with humans being hardened into objects, irreversibly.
Resistance is strategically kept powerless and marginal.
If only Foucault was alive to see his biopolitics now.
The once optimistic feeling of softening the soul is being negated in a new social transformation who’s future is unknown.
Long ago, Sheherazade softened the heart of King Shariyar. But this was a time when the art of wisdom was embraced by the ruling elite.
Once, people were aware of the dehumanization resulting from objectification.
An objectified human becomes inanimate, lacking substance — yet this obsolescence is embraced!
Now, increasingly, the art of wisdom is silenced, and instead ‘information’ prevails.
Modern education is information, not knowledge — and the marginal are drowning.
A life of simulated shallowness, avarice and merciless individualism is propagated as “the promise” and masks the greedy profit that lies underneath
I have softened the hearts of many men. Though, I am limited in the abundance of human drones.
A drone is taught to valorise surfaces only, like the body; it cannot detect the emotional depth of the soul.
How foolish of me to consider myself a Sheherazade in a society that is morally bankrupt!
You see, in a world where shallowness prevails, the shallow ideals will be rewarded.
Oh, the days when I was an object, I only attracted objects!
Oh, I am fully aware, that if I transformed myself into a walking simulation of stupidity (a shapely ass and big pair of tits as my sole identity), then I will reign popularity.
But you see, now, I refuse to be an inanimate object.
How could anyone be an object once they’ve reached their soul?
I speak in a language that cannot be comprehended so easily,
it will only resonate by those immersed in Love.
My silence speaks this language.
My God, I am so thankful You reign in my heart, radiating Your Beauty
The burning of my heart keeps me from solidifying into a cold, hardened object. I’m melting in Your bliss.
Love will shine, it radiates in all forms to those whose surfaces are still permeable.
*The tale of Scheherazade is symbolic in showcasing that wisdom is what makes a human worthy of being. Scheherazade changed King Shahriyar’s murderous vengence towards women, and inevitably softened his heart. How? She used her wisdom, her knowledge — she was not simply an object. The symbolism has relevance to today’s context: When a human is simply an object, devoid of inner depth, they become perceived as insignificant, disposable as an inanimate object. Sadly, it has become a trend in modern societies for people to identify in objectifying manners, thereby neglecting the ripening of their inner beings. This trend is a reflection of the ‘popular’ social values that are advertised by all forms of media/social media.
“They have taken us prisoners,
They’ve locked us up.
But that’s nothing…
is when people –knowingly or not —
carry prison inside themselves”
(trans. Sisir Kumar Das 378)
always been a distance
between your hands and mine.
always with this bitterness
our days and nights have passed.
there is not a very long distance between us, but
(even this short distance) seems so far.
the only connection between you and me
is the kind caressing hands of wind.
we are forced to stay captive.
we will stay captive as long as we live.
for us the only way to freedom is death.
as soon as we are set free, we will die.
Oh, I wish this wall would fall down
so that you and me will die together
and in another world
we will be able to hold hands, be together.
may be in that other world,
the pain of shunning and hatred wont exists in hearts.
(may be in that new world) between their windows
wont be any barrier of walls.