A Western Heretic
by Zachary Adama
I am a western heretic; having lost faith in the religion of my people, that constant technological progress is necessary and universally good. Our creations reflect our inner nature, and we cannot escape spiritual infancy with technological maturity.
We built a world on the foundation of the ego’s never ending want. A world premised, on the externalization of identity and a rejection of the present moment. We built a world to divert our anxious minds, and give comfort to our decaying flesh. Abandoning inward seeking for outward buying, selling, and coveting.
The seeker became the consumer, and from cradle to grave remained an infant all his days.
We got lost in time; mourning the traumas of the past, and intermittently dreading and hoping for a non-existent future. Abdicating the present moment, which upon inspection, is never lacking.
We built a world that produces misery, in all its varied and sundry forms. Vainly hoping that one form will be better than the last, and will satisfy for a time the ego’s endless craving.
We are ugly inside; filled with envy, greed, fear, and hate. So we built an ugly world, that reflects our inner nature, in amplified and varying forms.