Gundam

What does one do when they understand the whole mechanism of their life? What if it was supposed to be a spectacle and they contain it, like a nuclear explosion getting contained in a jar. Some things evade metaphors and these are the very things that need metaphors. No metaphors justify them although one can try like, what if your body and mind are just a jumpsuit someone wears to commit crimes and later put the blame of all the crimes on you? What if humans are just organic sentient machines. Though my belief is that it doesn't matter if they are machines, what matters is that they are sentient. Sentience means that they are capable of feeling pain. Pain is what makes a human truly human though I don't really glorify it. And as far as humans being machines goes, anyone who truly has felt emotions like love and pain knows that humans are far more than just an organic machines they are complex beings capable of spirituality though the politics that pervades their lives can reduce them to organic machines. Here is another metaphor, anyone who truly knows the world knows that it is access controlled, what if someone makes you unconscious, places you in a car, takes you to a tolled access controlled highway and keeps a brick on the accelerator so that the car you are in breaks the toll gate and starts running on the access controlled highway. And what if the ones who made you unconscious and kept a brick on the pedal are the same ones who own the access controlled highway. Humans have a habit of building and perfecting systems positive or negative. And the same applies on systems of control and the ultimate aim of this sort of control is controlling the breaths of people the most essential and vital of functions and that would be the ultimate control. It is understandable that those who deploy control systems would want absolute freedom for themselves, absolute control for others and absolute freedom for themselves but what about those whom they employ to assert the control? We live in a world where those who have everything weaponise ridicule for those who don't want everything because they already have it in form of love. Owning access control highways is no match for having genuine love and so the jealousy descends down corrupting love from the most beautiful force, something that is everything and everything that makes an organic machine human to a mechanism of torture. One ends up realising that this mechanism is as old as civilization itself. Civilization is impunity wearing a mask of civility and once one understands it the suffering inflicted by love stops to matter and only loving does.