Memoria - Opening

pages 1,2 and 3 of my book:

Balance is precarious. The fate of the world is to bounce between extremes. Everything in this world is a sliding scale between two polar opposite forces that do not actually exist. Balance is the only idea that is between the poles and is a pole itself. Balance is balanced by its opposing force: Chaos.

Chaos is intertwining with everything. Chaos ensues when two poles in this world rages against each other in a never-ending battle. Balance is a cease-fire being declared, but chaos is always the drop of a hat away. No polar extreme can exist without trying to prove itself superior to its counterpart.

Best & Worst
Wisdom & Foolishness
Belief & Incredulity
Light & Darkness
Hope & Despair
Everything & Nothing
Heaven & Hell
Good & Evil
Memory & Moment
Chaos & Balance
Logic & Emotion

There is a never ending war between polar opposites that rages on to sway the hearts and minds of human beings. Whether you like it or not, you are a member of an army for one of the two sides. Language is the tool that human beings use to wage these wars. It is the bomb, the spear, the gun, the knife, the sword, and the shield. You are dependent on language and it is dependent on you.

You are never alone. No matter where you go in this world or any other, true solitude is simply impossible. Sit in the middle of the forest. Walk in the middle of the desert. Stand on the peak of a mountain. Life teems all around you. There isn't any escape from energy. This destroys independence. Human beings are dependent upon interaction and dependent upon language for interaction. Humans thirst for interaction. They crave it. They are made vulnerable by it. They are made weak for it. Hermits are fools. It is not even possible to achieve isolation.

Animals surround you in the forest. Cacti sprout from the desert basin. Birds fly around the mountaintop. Energy flows in its never-ending cycle; never created and never destroyed. Natural energy is only the tip of the iceberg. Anywhere you stand, there are man-made forces swirling around you: radio waves, microwaves, x-rays, wireless network waves, cell phone waves, satellite waves, brain waves. The last are the most disruptive of all. They span the greatest distance, even span time, and one cannot escape them. The more you try and escape, the further down you sink in the depths of your own quicksand. Your thoughts entangle and enrapture you until they envelop and encompass you. From the depth of your consciousness to the latest firing neuron, one word exists that simultaneously gives meaning to life and strips life of any meaning whatsoever: Memory.

Memory is inherently chaotic. The smallest trigger can spur the most involved memory. Yet no memory can ever do justice to the moment. Every memory is false. The details are never exact and often major points of the situation are exaggerated or falsified to subconsciously appease the ego. The human race seeks to control nature, human behavior, technology and matter itself while control of their own brain eludes them; a collective overcompensation complex that sweeps through the entire species and it stems from chaos and memory. Human beings cannot control their own thought processes and are deathly afraid of the implications of that fact. As a result, they find comfort in the illusion of stability and react violently to those rare people who embrace both sides of creation and destruction.

All things in nature are breaking down and people like me exist solely to give it a nudge. Ambassadors of Anarchy. Emissarial Envoys of Entropy. Cataclysmic Connoisseurs. Panderers of Pandemonium. Harbingers of Havoc. Bedfellows of Bedlam. Demagogues of Disarray. Turnkeys of Tumultuous Turmoil. Instruments of Incandescent Impishness. Quintessential Quetzalcoatls of the Quasar. Couriers of Chaos.