2012 Forever

The world ended on 2012. The evidence pours in daily. Same movies, same songs. Same behaviors. Repeated, ad nauseum. It must be why the system keeps our life spans so short. If we live too long we begin to see the fractal nature of reality. Even in my life, I see the old song and dance on an endless loop.

I picked 2012 as the end date, but it could have ended sooner than that. I'm mainly going off of movie remakes and reboots. They didn't kick into high gear until around then. George Lucas sold Star Wars. He saw the writing on the wall. Sometimes I think it might have been 2016, but 2012 feels right. It had a movie based on it. The Mayans had a calendar we were all very upset about.

Round and round and round she goes. I think the only way off this ride is to live radically. To reject the system and its values. We need to rise above it all. And truly: above. We need to take The High Road, which seems unfashionable these days. No one wants to take it. We want to live in our righteous anger. Totally justifiable. No one is going to blame you. It's easy.

The true punk attitude, and the one that will destroy this kingdom of Satan, this unending purgatory, is to become more spiritual. To reject the world. The worldly. The material. To do the will of God in all things.

You know what it is. You can feel the right answer. The moral answer, nature's law, as it were. We just have to choose it. I have to choose it. I want to choose it. I ask God's strength to let me choose it. Maybe that's the real red pill that all those Matrix lovers like to talk about. Maybe there are lots of red pills. Maybe it's like those gel cap pills that have tiny balls in them. Each a tough one to swallow.