"People understand me so poorly
that they don´t even understand my complaint
about them not understanding me."
Sören Kierkegaard
Come on babe, give me a break. Preaching pseudo-spiritual jingles on-line? Posting Facebook gullible quotes from a fifty foot yacht, a yuppie penthouse, a luxury sport car and a weekend palace to regurgitate your silly alcoholic whims?
What the fuck are you talking about? Don´t you know better?
True spiritual quest is one of the most courageous and bold tasks a man can undertake. It´s a serious and gutsy leap far beyond social relativism and human conformism. Following this perilous and forgotten path is a recipe for solitude, heartache, detachment, tribulations and widespread misunderstanding. Nothing less than the proud and brave journey of those few who dare to seek true wisdom and authentic enlightenment, in a pity world of sleepers.
Don´t confuse it with the short-sighted people, for the, spirituality is just a trend, a primitive religion, an effective dogmatic opiate, a stupid joke, a hobby, a bestselling book, another idiotic and temporary eclectic fashion full of expensive gadgets and plastic post-modern arguments.
Slaves of the image, chained by fear and status, socially baptized in the temples of vain materialism, only to self-praise their own puppet egos with the golden whip of triviality.
Consuming high-octane mediocrity well suited for their mind numbness; the bizarre kitsch of their pity simplicity, a comfortable posture to hide the void of their meaningless lives, the shame of their spiritual shallowness, the screaming tragedy of their gullible vanity.
I´m sorry honey, I almost forgot; of course I like your fake boobs, they perfectly match with your frivolous mind.
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Taken from La Claridad (9 Signos Grupo Editorial, 2011), Gorka Lasa.
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