Traffic Light Applause

  You are walking along a beach. There is no one else in sight as you look ahead and pause to turn and look over your shoulder at the point where the sand curves away and is hidden behind the cliff edge with its inky blot of pines standing majestically fresh above it.
There is no city nearby.
   As you walk you are watching the slight arc of the horizon where the sea is layered over with the fuming patina of a sunset forged sky.
The act of walking requires no concentration.
   I am with you but you are unaware of me because I have no substance to my being on the dimension which you find perceptively relevant.
Beneath each of your feet there is an exact replica of you who mirrors each of your steps from heel to toe.
The sand is only three grains deep.
   But, if you dig to test this theory there is a mechanism installed within the sand making it appear to have depth as soon as you scoop out the handfuls. This device serves to elude your discovery of the deceptive nature of this reality.
I wonder whether you will wake up one day and absolutely every detail of this life will have been just a dream or a daydream? 
One fact is certain - dreams can be said to have a definite material existence because they exist in our minds, the only vessel which contains everyone's version of reality. 
Although, the ultimate reality, with its inherent logical truths, tends to spoil some of these delusions.
Though not for everyone, which has had both positive and negative repercussions on the ultimate reality for all of us.    
   Temporary is number thirty this five am almost exactly.
Most of this is not conducive to mental health, but the question remains, what difference would it make, to your essence, if you woke up in thirty seconds and we had never really been here?    
   Only the human being is imbued with the ability to consciously negate reality.
You know me better than I don’t even know myself.
Then, when I read this, I might too.
Now, the lights go out and we close our eyes.
If only for a moment.
This is, perhaps, the reason why we blink; not only
to moisturize our eyes, as required by the physiological
needs of the body, but to review the interior processes of thought without the input of the present moment, as though,
for a millisecond, we are asleep in the precious darkness of our own mind's solitude behind our eyelids?
   There was this guy who just couldn’t be bothered going to parties any more.
   We have an accumulated store of knowledge unknown before in the history of the world, (as far as we know of the true history of the earth), and yet, this historical period is that of the greatest ignorance ever seen!
  During the time leading up to, what is now the beginning of the twenty first century, extensive knowledge was limited to much smaller, privileged groups of individuals. 
The ignorance which existed then gave rise to philosophical development as method for an increase in the search for understanding.
The ideal being a comprehension of the, 'ultimate reality'.
This has been attained to a tiny degree, in regard to the accumulation of all of the entire mass of knowledge which exists at the moment.
   The invention of the printing press and the mass telecommunications revolution of the twentieth century elevated the status of the average simpleton to the level of prized intellectual, in terms of knowledge of information, in a historically comparative sense.
There must, of course, be a differentiation here made between knowledge and comprehension.
Comprehension gives rise to further increase in knowledge and may be a process working independent of the subconscious knowledge which it is utilising to formulate further development of ideas, and etc.
   This is personal opinion and meditation on those base facts which are general information.
The swamp of knowledge of information which exists at this time has lead to an intellectual stagnancy where the individual’s opinion is just another cue card on the test pattern signal station.
There is so much information available to be known and to be digested by the average individual using modern mass media technologies, that the ignorance of a destructive nature permeates the universal mind and is leading it into a region of powerlessness where the ability to discern has been blunted into a complacent lethargy.
   Modern Art is, at its best now a retrospective advertising medium for the artists’ personal values and concerns.
This decline of Art from its position of cultural significance, in the popular sense, has left it groping desperately for side mediums to envelope within its title, reigned in in a vain attempt to regain its former status.
An example of this can be seen in the current attempts to label various forms of popular music in the same categorical heading as that of the visual variety of Art.
   The vanguard of modern Art history dismisses negative consequences of celebrating elements destructive to social stability and positive change, spooning poison from what was the medicine bottle.
Historically, moral decay has highlighted the final moments of every major civilization on the planet.
Practical university courses concentrate on the ability of the student to regurgitate second hand information and penalties are imposed for speculative thought outside of the suggested curriculum. Only once the student has proven their proficiency in this continuum may they even decide upon which field of discourse they've 'freely' chosen to write upon.
   The information that is propagated is rarely endorsed by the median of personal discernment. It either is or it is not. There is rarely brought forth the questionable accuracy of what is pronounced as definitive and people rent a movie from the spiel on the back of the cover perhaps somewhat afraid of some element of the plot that might otherwise frighten them.
   So akin to routine is our society that entertainment is quite often preceded by an explanation of the story’s content. Knowledge is presented as finite and available from reliable sources which can exist only outside of one’s own head. Entertainment is positioned to enslave the will and manipulate the viewer’s character.
Art has reduced its position from that which encourages humankind to greater heights to being just something that for the mass, is that which alienates.
Popular music seeks the basest of emotions as a common ground for its source of communication and the results of all these processes is to frustrate the routine locked populace into a position where they consider themselves powerless.
Money and its pursuit are the highest possible motive and love involves a lot of very quiet breathing so as not to disturb anyone.
   The beauty of intimacy and concern for the position of humankind, among all other virtues, suffers from the destructive results of the impotent collective imagination.
If knowledge is finite as it is commonly presented to be, then the vessel of the knowledge, not the vessel into which it is dispensed, becomes the over-lord.
   Here comes the post script encore, sleep is the poor person’s riches.
Romance involves two people who actually find they like each other.
I am wearing my pyjamas.