Living Inside the Beast

For a split second today I looked around the corner of sanity. I saw that we’re not individuals, but cells toiling for the good of the a unseen but omnipresent body. We are born blank and quickly gravitate toward our role of tissues within organs within the whole. We sprawl over the land like a thick film. Our clothing is concrete and metal. We harvest and feed so that the personae-mass can grow. Everyone has a function; from the doctor who keeps our cells alive to the police who isolate cancers. The question becomes “how far do we extend”? Is there more than one root beneath the creeping vines of humanity? Are we divided by race? Creed? Or are we ever evolving ourselves each faction trying to weed out the other to control the future of the whole? Roads, telecommunications, housing… these are the bones that we hang our muscle from; the pathways with which we think. There is no “I”. Just then, the moment passed and the abyss closed its massive eye. Goodnight Herbet Spencer, you were right.