No Two Ways About It

Life is not a circle.  Nor is it a ball (of yarn?).  It vaccilates between one end to the other.  We reach a pinnacle, then we regress back.  Good to bad, one extreme to the other, Indulgent to spartan.  Life is a goshdarned duality.  Yin - Yang, Heads and Tails.  Simplest of joys and the grandest of annoyances make up our day.  Life is a mental patient.  It is bipolar.  Full circle, What goes around comes around, circle of life, thisosphere and thatosphere, stratosphereical craposphere.  All of it could be just something to console ourselves.  To assure ourselves of a higher purpose.  If not for the individual then as a collective.  But what if none of it is true.  No purpose.  Everything we know, believe, think is akin to popcorn philosophies, made up to keep our simple intellect from becoming too inquisitive.

We shuttle around, calling it phases, maturity, revised thinking, seeing the light.  Oh yeah, we don't admit it - peer pressure and what will people say kindsa stuff.  I'm talking about whats going on in your head.  What you're thinking and mulling over and secretly believing.  Those things - yeah, the voices in your head.  The cacophony asking you to reverse the tapes.  Communist to capitalist, back to communist.  Philosophies, ideas and thoughts are like food after all.  Stuff yourself sick with one, and then stay away from it really long and then given enough time, the cravings begin again.  

So we get embarrassed when we look back on the follies of our youth (fine, you're all still young, but I am an old man, so I can look back at my "youth").  Then you are disillusioned and jaded and pine for the good ol' days and voila.... back to square one.  In our heads, good and evil aren't processes or lifestyle choices.  They are opposing end points.  From some central vague, obscure reference, we define good and evil as equally eccentric, vaguely opposing points.  Duality as in everything else.  Each tries to play his twisted version of Superman, surpassing the state of man and yet then laments and pines for the life of a beast.  Because, that was once to be had, but no more.  Nietzsche would kill me if he knew I wrote these words, but then I feel on some level he too was pretending to be his own version of Superman.

We desperately want to be heading somewhere, have some meaning.  So its an eventful circle.  That gives it more meaning i suppose.  As opposed to commuting from point A to B. And back again.  Even if you think of it as a roller coaster ride, that's just a twisted way of getting to another point.  And back.  Given the twisted,devious nature of the universe, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a roller coaster after all.  One of the universe's little jokes I suppose.  Fair enough, it could do with a laugh or two.  Moderation too is just a myth I believe.  Just another of the extremities we keep going to, excessiveness itself being the other extremity.   That's my call I guess.  Time to board the shuttle. Time to roll and coast, and then coast and roll again.