The Fairy That Disappeared

by Edward Le Prieur

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Lately I’ve been feeling disenchanted; perhaps disconnected from the life I want to lead and too tied to the one I have to lead. We’re presented with a world of choice with no freedom; a world of security with no privacy. The birthright to distinction of choices we never in reality made, but from which we must choose. No alternative; apparently failure to choose is not the same as choice.

I suppose it could be said that being aware of a discomfort can be the first step towards some sort of identification of the visual noise, like radio static buzzing constantly. Recognizing this nauseating dissonance, and associating it with society at large. The way a whole city resonates with a buzz like the deep wheezing breath of a dying beast. Struggling for air even as it’s lungs fill with blood despite an inevitable oblivion…

The world that’s been laid before us, the world we’ve been brought into aggravates me to no end. It constantly grates against me, every sound and sight and feeling brought on by the circus of this civilization is absolutely maddening to my senses at the best of times. We peer out of roomed towers stretching to the horizon standing like tombstonesliving in a dungeon without chains, doors or locks. A psychological confinement a false independence…

Is it exactly this simple, is it more honorable to struggle indefinitely against impossible odds? We should consider that without struggle, our existence would be without significance. The universe being reduced to an interstellar meat-grinder. The honorable man has always been the one who surmounts, the one who survives. It is that our whole culture is based upon; that is lost wisdom.

How can we reattain this when spirit is repressed when everything that encapsulates our archetypes, our forebears,our blood is demonized and spat upon. It may seem disheartening, but it is the only way I can imagine it. Once you struggle for so long and suddenly things are easy; then comes dissatisfaction and apathy. I know it, and maybe you too know it yourself. It’s apart of our nature and it’s indivisible from ourselves, and that is an encouraging thought.