Piece of Pie

Piece of Pie


The hospitable shade of a tree, hosted me comfortably. As I bit into my UFO, I felt someone staring at me. Sort of, a man stood outside his car to stare at the crack of my ass.
Pulling down my t-shirt, I ignored him and went back to reminiscing about today's lecture. What is it about human nature that refuses to unattached its self from stuff? Or from desires which in fact would create freedom from such?


It really could be cost effective, when we save an ulcer or a life. This inexorable attachment creates wars in the pursuit of an object, or for the abstract concept of supremacy over others'. Constant greed for a piece of the pie, the larger the portion, the better -- with the full knowledge, that when we don't distribute evenly -- it creates an imbalance. As well as a plethora of negative reactions and hatred; one must heed the possible consequences.

Women bemoan unequaled salaries. Why? Simply because owning a pair of teats are not exempt one from paying taxes, nor automatically qualifies for a reduction of living expenses. The white man bemoans his dwindling power with the onset of the women's movement, and the effect of equal opportunity employment. Some folks are ever trigger happy to sue for racial or sexual discrimination, to the point where the value of such claim is put into question.

The mixed man frequently resents the conquest and pillaging of his nation, yet paradoxically, envies the white man, and imports and emulates his fashions, notions, and customs. While the indigenous mourn the poisoning of that which is held sacred, and was taken more savagely then what they were proclaimed to be. The Asian man applies strict discipline and obedience collectively, for the good of the whole. With a stern hand, and the blatant erosion of human rights.

In a comical twist of fate, I wonder who will inherit the earth? Perhaps it will be the meek, after the powerful are engulfed? So I asked the lady who was giving the lecture. Listen, I said. I am fairly detached from money at this point, to me it is a means to be able to do something, or to fund a project. But, I find it very hard to let go of someone I care about when they die. I guess I am not evolved? She made the analogy of how when a hypnotist induces a man to believe that he is a rooster...


Said man will act as a rooster. "We have been hypnotized!" She said. Yeah, I said, you can condition a creature, and our DNA blueprints are 99% identical to a chimpanzee's, yet,what differs us is our ability to think! Yet, we fight like animals for a piece of the pie, I said. Still, I can't come to terms with it. "Let things go," she claimed. I omitted expounding on how much I think about sex all the time. I really have a long way to go before I'm evolved I guess.





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