Adonis Diaries

 

No matter, with a little talent… 

I was immersed, involuntarily, since I was born,

In sacred rituals,

Family, religious sect, schools, and political party line.

Unlike most, I escaped marriage ritual:

I am Not that pretty, tall, or rich enough

For the beautiful opportunistic girls.

I valiantly rebelled much later, involuntarily, and mostly unconsciously first.

I attempted to be freed of the coded moral restrictions,

To free my life of the accepted sacred rituals.

I have been fleeing ever since, haphazardly, of aspects of the sacred.

I cherished the egoism of my freedom to be “nothing much for others”,

And free of everything in my mind.

No matter, with a little talent,

To keeping me busy,

I might have been swooped in the turbulence of social life.

I would not have noticed this powerful bipolar tag of war:

Freedom and the sacred.

Social intelligence, perfected through millennia,

To control and teach its select members to control.

Perfected through millennia

Has closed all loopholes

In this universal web net for controlling every aspect of social interactions,

From birth to death.

We have been revolting;

We have been reforming;

For so many abstract reasons;

Observing human injustices.

All the while, we failed to point the finger to the main dragon;

Too powerful to grasp its devilish control schemes;

Too well aware of our weaknesses, brutality,

Meanness, ignorance, and hatefulness,;

Too powerful to even mention its name,

Sacred rituals for our survival as human kind.

No matter, with a little talent,

With a few sacred links to society

I might have noticed nothing that important.

Rare catastrophes might have opened my eyes,

Eyes, to be shut close instantly to resume my daily habits.