The Living Force
An image from the ending of a dream. I was at a finishing line and there was someone who had been running a course, like a few km or a track in the open air. He was wearing a tank top, or sleeveless shirt, (no mask). As he reached the finishing line, a strong bodied official, jumped at him and jabbed him in the shoulder. His reaction was profuse crying as how it is illustrated in a comic strip with tears flying all over, but there was no sound, just that comic strip-like image of a human figure. The scene of the surprised and forced jab could well be related to posts, one and two, that I had put up in the Corona thread, and theme wise associated with living in a society where democracy is an increasingly transparent facade. The place I live in is not yet as totalitarian as some, but how long may that last? What is worrying is that there seems to be little local discussion and solidarity with the plights of others, even if they are not that far away, in fact within the EU just across the border. It is as if there for many is no democracy to worry about, even talk about, with even one former vocal advocate for free speech arguing the case of mandatory injections, and he is not alone. What wonder then if one wakes up from a sad dream, only to realize it is not very different from what is happening all around?
"What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction; and the greatest good is small; that all life is a dream, and dreams, dreams are."
Calderon de la Barca