Exhange of Cynicism- An investment for reality

"The soft luminous rays begin their path of duty, through the ending of yet another week.....Sunday morning....the concrete pavement covered by a transparent layer of difference, the wind creating a harsh yet comforting serenade to the observant...exchanging unheard wisdom through a shrill welcome to yet an early beginning......the horizon filled with expectations of discovery and exploration of the familiar....."

The pressures of obligation have finally captured me in a perpetual waltz of study......yes it is the exam period!

As I sat, surrounded by the warm gentle scent of chamomile tea, in a state of comfort and serenity, protected by the inclement wind of a harsh winter, from the cycle of obligatory pressure, the sighs of the common proletarian, enjoying the heights of cynicism, yet gripping to the enigmatic depths of realization. 'The Workaholics Anonymous', yes we have become a society which relies on a systematic state of control, time has become a mere currency, while momentum nothing but an investment towards sanity and gratification after years of willing exposure to totalitarian power of ones void beliefs. We feel that work leads to success, that time leads to fulfillment and misery to euphoria. Yet as we travel the well-worn path of vacant achievements, we eventually realize the direction of ideologies, the consequences of our rush towards a fading destination of appreciation, and our need to capture lost freedom. It is a cycle that merely provides stability in a world of expectations, and by obeying this state of mundane actions, we loose our movement to create adrenaline. We become the sufferers of our own symptoms of delusional needs, sustained by the illusion of speed and time, while we consume all that could benefit us in a state of disproportional pride. A masochistic tendency can be embedded in us as I primeval instinct of sustaining a veneer of dignity and normality. Held on the string of a sadistic puppeteer named pride.  Yes we are a society built on maintaining a temporary heaven of security, re-creating the path that on so many occasions have led only to failure after a recommended grueling journey by those considered to be normal and functioning members of the collective being, a mere facade, for a authoritarian land of ravenous hopes, consuming the blossoming flowers of realization, instead providing for the roots of corruption and exploitation . 

And as we invest towards these veneers of reality, our only remaining currency becomes yet drained moments, sacrificing awareness for the price of stability, an exchange of cynicism to remain in a temporary state of securing delusions to the falling state of an illusional preacher. 

Following the Patron Saint of the Lonely, to lead them towards void idols. wealth has become the religion for the advanced, while the developing lead a life of metamorphism to be exported for cheap tears to pay for worthless sins of the free world. Consumerism, the idol for the ignorant, while it consumes any chance for independence by importing only the chains of oppression.

Well I shall return to studying the Sacrament of pure tedious obligation, that's right Catholic Religious Studies.......worshipping forced ideologies to remain a figure that is cruelly moulded into the curriculum of control.....the beauty of belief....

Sunday quotes- rushed due to the obligation of studying-

"As we weave together the fall of civilization, with the height of ignorance, only the fabric of a purgatory existence can be formed."

"Cynicism can only be sustained by the consumption of hope."

"Nostalgia for ignorance can only be obtained by an existence of a sorrowful reality."

"The demise of moderate gratification is instant"

"An emaciated action can only be sustained by weary and pessimistic ideas." 

- I have such a longing to write more as I have consumed my first coffee that actually CONTAINS caffein! So I had the occasional peculiar twitchiness while trying to concentrate on religion, although I'm not positive if it was the idea of studying catholic religion or the coffee (I do enjoy studying religion, just not catholic religion for 2 years, as that time could have been filled by philosophy, anthropology, psychology....but I have the obligation as it is a Catholic school...and with enough tea I can bear it...no matter how constrained a subject it is). 

Ciao!

(Quotes and photography by SI- yes Suzy! ) :)

-The Serenade of Dreamers-

The Serenade of Dreamers (concealed by the tempest named reality; the roars of pure odium and fury)

Well 'It's raining again' as one 'Supertramp' song briefly mentions while a rhythmic beat with a hypnotizing fusion of notes overtakes ones sense. As I sit pondering, listening to the composition of a falling yet perpetual waltz of rain drops, entrenching me in a reverie of limitless depth, I find myself mesmerized by the concept of the impact that an escape from reality has on an individual.

I mean we have all heard of the commonly used term ignorance is bliss.....but does ignorance have an relations with a delusional reverie, does it engrave itself in the blissful thoughts of a midsummer dream? There has been a common misconception that distancing one from reality is almost the ultimate act of a coward concealing one from the claws of awareness, while digging one a temporary yet hollow crevice of misguided security.......

But isn't an occasional disassociation with our problems an instinctive solution, a temporary escape....

On the fabric of despair does one more stain of agony truly matter? Isn't the comfort of an illusional embrace what we often need in times of crisis. For example the story of Veronika in Paulo Coelho's novel Veronika decides to die, all she truly craved for was a moment of insanity to understand and fully comprehend her existence. 

Yet one quote from the novel leads to a complete paradox to occur in this issue,"if one does not struggle, one simply does not grow", and that is what reality truly offers us, a series of moments infused with the cruel yet necessary gift of agony, of sorrow, of enlightenment, of pain, of awareness, it grants us preparation for the final performance of our existence. Sometimes we do need to embrace a trepidation with sorrow, as we stand at the frontier of true fulfillment, we need to realize our positions and plan our recovery. Our only company sometimes is a sustainable fatality, as we intertwine our existence with that of realization, an affair of the delusional only ends in the introduction to awareness.

The ritual of the distant often reaches the triumphant return of true understanding.....

Sometimes we need to reconcile even with misery......

Well on that dark note, I'll leave you to ponder about these statements, and I shall end my performance of ramblings with a late Monday- coincidentally it is now Wednesday, nearing Thursday- quote.....

"The final downfall of a delusional, is the heights of awareness itself......"

"The Serenade of the distant, is only connected by the muted note of the silenced......"

Quotes by Susan Ihar

Blog written at 11:51pm....soon I shall have to say goodbye to my dear ally,Wednesday.....

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-My attempt at conceptual photography- hope you find some depth to explore and interpret...

-A Tedious Night's Dream-

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Tonight as I awake from a Autumn Night's Dream, I prepare for yet another week of travelling the path of knowledge, I gaze towards my almost seemingly untouched Bible, its stained and parched pages unobserved, its stories yet untold to me, forgotten by the generation of immediacy and decisions. Free from the tyranny of the Inquisitions of ideologies. For this post i decided to direct my thought towards that of religion. Reconciliation with society comes by accepting the sacrament of a collective ideology. In the mist of ambiguity, humans crave to find the roots of stability under the dirt of confusion. We prefer to travel the path of existence following a collective route. And believe our cheap tears will conceal our sins, created by pure instinct, however they only weaken the foundations, with fundamentalist stains of conformity. The muted screams of reason hidden under pure odium and fury of fanatics. 

For me the Little Prince has shared the gift of enlightenment, it fittingly describes why we are so desperate to believe. 

The Drunk had sweet liqueur 

The King had power

the Business man had work 

to occupy a hollow and unfulfilled crevice of an existence

to create stability in a reverie of delusions bliss

while entrenched in unwanted thoughts, the malaise of reality. 

By a primeval instinct, we need to find stability in an ambiguous world, filled by false promises and instant needs. In a world of enigma, we become ensnared under our need for certainty.

And this is why in every culture we have deities, heroes, villains, protagonist, antagonists, Spirits, Gods, and so on. They only differ as they reflect the very essence of individual values, but in that individual mould, it shapes a collective belief, a collective ideology and  collective society. May they believe monotheism or polytheism, the main reason for religion is to create a purgatory refuge of stability, in a reality plagued by uncertainty. 

The ritual of an individual existence begins with a unified serenade.....

Goodnight!

Monday Quote- posted once again on Sunday

-"The Sacrament of unity is always written by the lonely".

-"The roots of Corruption, arise from land of Decadence, nurtured by a regime of control and shear opportunity for those unworthy"

-"Stability is always craved by a world consumed by ambiguity and enigma....."

Quotes by Susan Ihar- yes it is SI!  

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All photos, quotes, text belong to SI

-The Realization of the Unconcerned-

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Feudalism has long since disappeared into the mist surrounding the Medieval period. Misconceptions and myths roam the land of Dark Ages, enlightened only by recent discoveries. However this blog will not revolve around emptying this particular crevice of history, but instead exploring the unforeseen terrain of the remnants of the great feudalist ideology in our modern day society. As we travel the well-worn path of European cities, we are often attracted about the great stories associated with each enigmatic city. Travelling to Europe has often been seen as spiritual journey, in my opinion, until I realized how globalization effected this ideology. Travelling to the great cities of Europe seems to  no longer revolve around the cultural significance, instead the cultural significance revolves around class distinctions and superficial motives 

(Not as Copernicus intended- Europe=Earth, Cultural Significance=Sun, spotted the scientific humour?)

Europe has developed into another pretentious objective to reflect upon hierarchy.

It has almost lost its ambiguity, instead to be replaced by consumerist realities. 

The path has been stained by the roots of corruption, nurtured by the exploitation that is employed by tourism and our materialistic affair. We are awaiting the demise of appreciation, instead welcoming foreigners, not to cultural attractions and history, but to availability of clothes, souvenirs, etc. A facade to suit the newly formed superficial era.

I can just imagine another fixated

 and vain conversation, maybe structured in this manner?

"Oh Darling I have had the most noticeable week, after the Bahamas I went to Europe...

Where did I go? Oh you know I do not remember the names of places, only that I bought another channel dress".....and the superficial conversation continues, without acknowledging or appreciating the culture and history, one passes through Europe with nothing more but plastic, consumerist souvenirs to aid ones quest for rising social reputation. Without understanding the enigma and atmosphere associated with Europe, can anyone truly feel fulfilled and enlightened, or do they prefer the Dark Ages of Materialistic exploration, or the negative side of the European Vacation. Well this is all I will write....for my single reader....

Hope Capu_let enjoys this segment, so thoughtfully opposed at 10:01....improvement from my usual 12:28 posted blogs, you have to agree...

Goodnight!

"The worst thing about Europe is that you can't go out in the middle of the night and get a Slurpee."

-Tellis Frank-

Monday Quote- (I might need to recycle some quotes soon)

"As we travel the path of exploration, remember that your only companion is awareness itself"

-Quote from Susan Ihar aka Me-

(Picture taken on my last European Vacation- Budapest-.

(And yes I did travel on the path of enlightenment on that occasion :))

<-(The type of consumerist filth that I describe- and  no i did not purchase one myself....although I do have a tendency to embrace my materialistic side)

Copyright, 2009.

-Determination in the Land of Ambiguity-

As we travel on the path of existence, along the broken, void, lifeless concrete of the bourgeois lifestyle to the thriving dirt road of the simple proletarian, you cannot help-with our inquisitive nature that tends to often complicate even the simplest of matters- but wonder at all the miniscule details that is truly the structure of the inconspicuous and broad term that we refer to as fate. Destiny or fate has been used in countless references and contexts. It can be a simple figure of speech or a deeply philosophical statement. Throughout history we have been fascinated by this simple yet meaningful word. It basically explores all aspects of existence. 

But fate also reconciles with the idea of decisions and their importance.

There is one ironic term that describes this perfectly, "If I could be born again....."

They often say that better judgement would be employed, mistakes could be avoided.

But is that truly so......can one action truly determine ones life, or is it the shear temperament and circumstances of one that is the ultimate judgement of the case of existence. As all witnesses would confirm, a crime cannot be committed without the full awareness of the extent of power we can have in fate. We are always aware of our capabilities, subconsciously anyway, I believe, so even if we were granted that single opportunity to re-live one wasted life, wouldn't the circumstances and individual control the quality? Even if we escaped the inducing claws of one mistake, wouldn't we be lured into another pit of despair that was unforeseen? 

And if life truly is written, can't we at least have an input into the epilogue?

But as humans, maybe that chance to command fate, we would stain with our corruption filled tendency. The opportunity to create a revolution of destiny would manifest into the regime of totalitarian resolutions. If we do travel the road of expectations, would ignoring our curiosity truly benefit us? Shouldn't we find fulfillment in the fact we must have an attraction to look forward, as a foreigner to the land of ambiguity?

Well we wash away our sins with cheap tears on a muddy path of disappoint, yet at least it well grant a chance for even reality to thrive in a world entrenched with the mist of delusions....

"It is choice-not chance- that determines your destiny"

-Jean Nidetch-

Monday Quote- posted on Sunday

"To battle with enigma, is to be certain of the disadvantages you will face upon your conquest of failure."

"If Childhood is heaven, adolescents is purgatory, then Adulthood must be hell!"

- except I do not believe in the feudalist system! Quotes by SI- Suzy I.- oh a clue! what a mystery! 

-This was written at 11:47pm, so I hope you excuse me for my constant ramblings, I desperately need sleep, and of-course all my attention is diverted to a foreign movie on SBS that I am watching while writing this blog...well goodnight to all my readers, I think 1?

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