Now or Never

The human organism convulses compulsively. It yearns to eat, it yearns to defecate, it yearns to reproduce. It wriggles, squirms and cries until it gets what it wants.

All this is done even through adulthood, but the wriggles, squirms, and cries are displaced by socially allowable substitutes. Sometimes there is a complex tie between the original yearning and the jerk and pull dance the organism does, sometimes not at all. In either case, the animal twitches through life, running in an endless wheel of desire until it is spent. Then it expires and rots.

To what end do we do so much twisting and writhing? The best wrigglers, squirmers, and criers end as food for worms despite their aptitude at wheel running. Could there be any objective use for our jerking jiggling lot?

How many have asked, "What’s the point?" before introducing lead to the delicate tissues of the human head, only to find that lead traveling at high speed is quite uneatable.

Listen closely and I will whisper a secret in your ear, a sound only a little louder than a bullet slicing through air: if life was Hell, death will be worse.

So long as we are slaves to the wheel in the flesh, we will be slaves to it in an even subtler way.

If your will is to stop convulsing, then stop now or never.