Chase your dreams, they say
And you run, and you run,
For what?
Are those dreams yours?
Or are they the scraps
Thrown from your master’s table,
To well-fed beasts who rush
Baying through the forest,
Trampling the trees,
Tearing love, humanity, fraternity,
Gnashing teeth, salivating profusely?
Are you men or are you
The dogs of rich men’s wars?


I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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One comment on “Corporate
  1. Really wish spoilers could impact and awaken. Good read though.

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