I co-wrote this in 1992 (20 years ago!)
Human life is a series of surreal, paradoxical illusions fragmented by contradictory beliefs and traditions justifying deception through indoctrination. We endure twisted history in the name of education, ungodly acts in the name of religion, suppression of truth in the name of intelligence – cunning perpetrators of nonsense strengthening cultural barriers through generations of closed minds.
Human life: The pinnacle of nature on earth, highest on the food chain, arbiters of destruction and creation. Like gods, we adapt the world to our whims, seeking expression through art and perfection through technology. We can destroy all life or create a utopia – this is our choice.
We are born, we think, we speak, we act, we make history. Cultural barriers deny humanity, obscuring reality. Time erodes memories and hides the past. Stories change with each retelling, shaped by the motives of the storytellers. Future generations are forced to relearn lost lessons by trial and error. Our search for wisdom propels us into the future. Hope for humanity’s survival transcends tradition.
Human life is very short. Too short to observe the galaxies swirling through space, too short to remember civilization before the great floods, too short to see where humans will be in 50,000 years, to short to know the results of our actions. Time is only relative to our own perceptions. It’s so easy to look inward and get lost, forgetting that the universe is much bigger than our own little world.
-by Susan E. Avery & Paul A. Speer
I wrote this poem a long time ago, in the mid-80s, so almost 30 years ago.
The people with the power started setting up the chairs
They turned the music on, nice and slow
The people in the dance of life moved from chair to chair
And they moved up as far as they could go
Then the music, playing faster, turned the game into a frenzy
And the people with the power pulled away a chair
The people in the dance of life got dizzy in the frenzy
They fought amongst each other, grabbing what was there
Then the people with the power brought the music to a stop
And they watched the desperate scramble of the ones below
The game seems nearly over, but the people cannot stop
The game is life or death, as the ones in power know.