Hegemony and me Pt. 2

Once the gas runs out there's no need for speed. Then what? Sure the surroundings may be unfamiliar but the tools that got you wherever, got you there. Countless hours waiting near the tracks, expecting the train that would bring a shell to an educational destination. Whether through the cold wind, rain, ice and snow, waiting is the worst. Of course the education that we all need is to know that no matter what you want to do, you are going to have to go through a hell of a lot of stress to do it. If your are lucky of course. This is the education that I'm paying for?

With each passage of life that same dream crushing motto is repeated by someone somewhere along the way. Even those at the top say it over and over. What's a poor dreamer to do? Of course, ask questions. How does anyone get anywhere? What's the difference between me and those who have "made it"? Right now it's the travel time that I can think of.

Traveling into concrete canyons weekly and seeing the heights to which one can accomplish allows for the lower masses to aspire. Being on the street, catching a glimpse of a tree on the penthouse balcony I wonder, how did they get trees up there? What a drag.

Hegemony and me pt. 1

Who gets to write the rules? Think about everything that surrounds you. From the carpet or hardwood floor of your apartment or house or the paint or wall paper, even the possible wood paneling of the walls. Think about the geometry of your house, apartment, and neighborhood. Someone said this will go here and it will fit into this space and for those who want to be in this spot and place they will have to follow such and such rules.

If you try to go cross country to experience the landscape of America, possibly even to resurrect the spirits of the pioneers of yesteryear you'll be left to follow the speed limit. The speed limit being there for a reason only fully known to the government of wherever you may be. Sure safety is a concern but safety is always a concern even if you're walking.

To drop the pedal down and the speedometer up pushes the limit within ourself. Why? Because we have a speed limit. To follow what someone has handed down as law and then break it puts us into a state that challenges our moral attitude. When the speed rushes up from the wheel to the driver seat, the landscape rushing by, and drag pushing up against the windshield the law doesn't seem worth it.

When the rules come down and pour through every facet of our lives like water from a broken jar on a tiled floor, freedom becomes a demand.