They Call It "The System"

I was born a naked human being, a biological being, animal and wild. I came to survive, to process food from the earth and give it back to the earth. And that was good.

But I was received by a society that already had a structure of mental patterns and life schemes installed. I was adopted by a world that indoctrinated me about what I must think, how I must relate, why I must dress, whom I must love.

They separated me from my mother Earth with cold layers of gray cement, with palatial porcelain toilets, with meals exotic in flavor and unheard-of in nutrition, with napkins stained by the red blood of my brother tree.

They staged a show before me of rulers against oppositions, countries against more countries, religions against other religions that are identical but similar.

And why must I be governed, I, a naked human being, a biological being, animal and wild? At what moment of existence did I accept that I need an ID card so that having been born is legitimately tolerated? When did I forget my spirit of life and bend my knees to the idea of a god who relentlessly harasses me? When did I sign the consensual agreement to dedicate my one and only life to weeping over my raw economic crises?

Cruel destiny, the one that taught man to close his heart in order to covet a paper no longer even backed by gold, that led the herd of human beings to a slow slaughterhouse in exchange for climbing the hierarchy of well-being, comfort and pleasures, that domesticated them so they would forget they came to survive, to process food from the earth and give it back to their mother Earth.

Am I crazy for not settling for the absurdity of this world, or is there truly a reconciliation?

Ideals, democracies, patriotisms, aspirations, gods, hopes... only promises, only nothing. This world offers me nothing; it only shows me the plastic shop windows of a vain utopia. The carrot in front of my nose smells like paradise, but wearing it strapped to my forehead is a torment of darkness and gnashing of teeth.

The indisputable evidence is that, beneath the mask of civilization and technology, I was born a naked human being in a merciless predatory jungle.

For when I want to doubt and rebel, this ferocious society invents leaders for me, brave, cunning and very rebellious, so that I forget everything again and stay submissive to its fanciful speeches, to the idiotic idea that someday I will be free if I keep fighting. And so I stay there, locked up in incoherence, only because I insist on fighting the symptoms of my own blindness.

No, this predatory jungle doesn't always attack me with claws; what it does is give me the veiled order to follow it faithfully, and it does so by unfurling, in Technicolor, the most outlandish distractions.

And why must I obey it, I, a naked human being, a biological being, animal and wild, if I came to survive? Why should I stay disarmed of my tools of reasoning, discernment and decision? Why, then, do I remain distracted by gossip, by stories, by sorrows?

I open my eyes. I open my eyes and I am naked. And that is good.

So I see that neither a ruler nor an opposition wants to achieve what they promise me, that the whole set is built and rigged to keep me dazed. Countries don't even really exist; the inhabitants of the white houses are playing at drawing borders so that I will defend a homely identity. Nor are religions opposed to one another; they agree that war should enslave me for no reasonable reason.

I see that nothing in this world is true, that I don't need an ID card to justify that I exist, that no god devotes himself to harassing me, and that the economic crisis is nothing but proof that I was born to survive and to love my mother Earth.

And so I see that I am alone. And that is good, because I have myself. I don't have to explain to anyone if I want to raise my sword and declare myself free. Not someday, not on the condition of satisfying some external ideal. I am free now.

It doesn't matter what scenery I find along my walk, it doesn't matter how much belief has dusted my feet: My unbending, unbreakable manifesto is freedom. My spirit can soar over the skies, always here. My joy can cross the abysses, always present. The glory of my being can sing with an open heart and praise held high.

The complaints are left behind; problems don't exist. Whom could I blame, if I was the one projecting the system of distractions to take refuge in my own stupidity? Why be anguished, if I am here with all the energy to bravely cross meadows, dikes and underworlds? Why distract myself instead, if clarity goes with me, radiating from my own chest? So distant now, that story of a predatory system. I didn't even have to rebel, only open my eyes and look. It was only ever in my imaginative mind.

I only had to recognize myself.

I am this naked human being, a biological being, animal and wild. I came to love life and my mother Earth.

I came to open my heart and be happy.

I came to be free.