Dali and Kahlo's Centipede

How is it to deal with complexities? Complexities stop to matter once the basics turn out be extremely simple. Basics however simple must be meaningful and once meaning is drained out of them, the complexities stacked on them collapse like a house of cards. You open your eyes and see a rat race and then you find yourself in a cat and mouse game. Who is the cat and who is the mouse is the question. In the end it all ends up becoming Tom and Jerry with meaning drained out of it and the SpongeBob soaking all the meaning in his squarepants. A lot of basic idioms get tested. Like a pig dragging a man to the muck and while the man is hating the muck on his clothes and gets more muck on himself the more he moves the pig enjoys the wrestling. It feels bad to get betrayed by every institution but unfortunately every institution betrays everyone all the time and there is nothing special in it, it's just that people don't know. You however end up knowing one thing, that people aren't robots. They may end up losing depth, but losing depth doesn't mean the end of depth. The depth remains it's just that person operates at a surface level without seeing their true self and if luck permits, which is totally different from fate, one gets to have their long awaited rendezvous with their deeper self. Complexities collpase when the basics are not right. Humans are complex organisms and once it is decided that they are just automatons functioning on pleasure and pain, anomalies are bound to happen once in a while. And when the anomaly happens. House of Cards. The time is going to come when everyone wears Squarepants because Mini-mes are let loose on people, pigs whose only job is to drag people in the muck, wrestle them and enjoy that wrestling. The Mini-mes who snatch people's morsel of food earned from their own hard work from their mouths. Automatons wearing Squarepants everywhere snatching morsels of hard earned food from each other because their hard earned morsel was snatched by the Mini-mes and when they have time from all the snatching they might have a rendezvous with their deeper self. Squarepants might end up with platonic relationships and then the question will arise whether they deserve loving platonically and so the government appoints a committee to decide who deserves to love platonically and a fast track court is setup with evidences against the platonic rebels who refused to go in the depths of vagina and become pimps who naturally evolve, just like a Pokemon, into predators. A shape-shifting hierarchy becomes whatever the fast-track court wants it to be so the man wearing a blazer over is underpants looks at a judges and the judges are experts at seeing things that don't exists, they conjure evidences from thin air. Inkblot test is applied and so finely that Rorschach would be proud. Do people with childhood trauma fail the inkblot test or the ones who inflict childhood trauma do? That's a question for this year UPSC aspirants. God lays in his bed with the goddess massaging his feet munching on a pizza, ordering a ravioli and tiramisu from a food delivery app while an army of inkblot qualified police snatch the morsel from his mouth as Mahabali measures Kashmir to Kanyakumari in one step.