Silences always weigh heavy\u2026 the society progresses, but consciousness does not\u2014they only upgrade the toys, they don\u2019t care about your essence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s an ancient spirit within each of us that doesn\u2019t update with Wi-Fi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I see them try to buy me, an attempt to possess me like a rare object, something that brings prestige, stimulates, or offers an illusion of power over something untamable\u2014but I\u2019m not for sale, not even if they could pay me with their energy. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What are money and sex but their currency\u2026 you don\u2019t seek them because they hold deep meaning in your life; with the first, they tame you, oh friend, for the second, your instinct is programmed to chase it\u2014one of your primal needs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Primal? Yes, because where you don\u2019t question why\u2014instinct rules.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t idealize the wild\u2014I abhor it\u2014nor do I lower authenticity from its pedestal\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Personally, I don\u2019t believe our origin is wild; I think the wild is the noise, the consumption, the need for constant external stimulus\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
If we think of it this way, civilization doesn\u2019t tame the wild: it produces it.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They domesticate us by exciting us, not by repressing us. <\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n They make us docile through excess\u2014of stimuli, screens, sex, urgency\u2014until we confuse the tremor with life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n My intuition is a perfect investment: perhaps serenity was the natural state, and the wild is hyperconnectivity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Perhaps barbarism<\/strong> is overstimulation<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Understanding so much makes me a master, but I refuse to be one\u2014stupidity exhausts me just by noticing it in a being\u2026 the world spins with no sense of timing\u2026 centuries have shown me this in a few breaths \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now I see them, small and defenseless\u2014 remind me of my first pup haha<\/p>\n\n\n\n Today? No, I no longer trade my peace\u2026 I prefer fasting \ud83c\udf77\ud83e\ude78<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n So many options, and all are appearances, none are real. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I no longer speak too much; I\u2019ve learned to keep many things to myself\u2026 what are explanations?<\/em> \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Perhaps they\u2019re like programs, many can\u2019t be updated because their version is outdated \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8<\/p>\n\n\n\n I watch them from afar, and the more I zoom in, the more grotesque their lies appear\u2026 lies I read before they weave them into their stories\u2014creatures addicted to drama\u2026 stimulus has replaced purpose \ud83d\ude12<\/p>\n\n\n\n Serial liars, same pattern, no exception\u2014they wield their instinct as a weapon to shield themselves from uncomfortable situations\u2014their actions toward others vary, but the consequences on the other seem like scripts seeking justice \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 Me? I decide when to believe them\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I also ask them not to give me explanations, because once you believe their first lie, you train them to lie more \ud83d\ude12<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m no coach for lies\u2014but nor am I free of sin to judge them \ud83e\udd40<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve always said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou must choose from freedom\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Often they are guided by their instincts, while as long as you stay rational, you graze the red fire but don\u2019t let your blue fire be tainted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I also said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon’t ask me questions if you know the answer”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Guarding consciousness isn\u2019t just about not carrying souls as a result of our actions\u2014as if morality were only about leaving no victims\u2014it\u2019s knowing which souls we need to keep at a distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sharing doesn\u2019t mean merging\u2014their energy shouldn\u2019t cling to ours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Bye now! \ud83e\udddb\ud83c\udffb\u200d\u2640\ufe0f\u2764\ufe0f\u200d\ud83d\udd25<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n That morning cloaks my skin as usual\u2014I had to once again keep the sunlight from touching me, had to seem normal\u2026 Silences always weigh heavy\u2026 the society progresses, but consciousness does not\u2014they only upgrade the toys, they don\u2019t care about your essence. There\u2019s an ancient spirit within each of us that doesn\u2019t update with Wi-Fi. Sometimes I see them try to buy me, an attempt to possess me like a rare object, something that brings prestige, stimulates, or offers an illusion of power over something untamable\u2014but I\u2019m not for sale, not even if they could pay me with their energy. \u00a0 What are money and sex but their currency\u2026 you don\u2019t seek them because they hold deep meaning in your life; with the first, they tame you, oh friend, for the second, your instinct is programmed to chase it\u2014one of your primal needs. Primal? Yes, because where you don\u2019t question why\u2014instinct rules. I don\u2019t idealize the wild\u2014I abhor it\u2014nor do I lower authenticity from its pedestal\u2026 Personally, I don\u2019t believe our origin is wild; I think the wild is the noise, the consumption, the need for constant external stimulus\u2026 If we think of it this way, civilization doesn\u2019t tame the wild: it produces it.\u00a0 They domesticate us by exciting us, not by repressing us. \u00a0 They make us docile through excess\u2014of stimuli, screens, sex, urgency\u2014until we confuse the tremor with life. My intuition is a perfect investment: perhaps serenity was the natural state, and the wild is hyperconnectivity. Perhaps barbarism is overstimulation. Understanding so much makes me a master, but I refuse to be one\u2014stupidity exhausts me just by noticing it in a being\u2026 the world spins with no sense of timing\u2026 centuries have shown me this in a few breaths \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 Now I see them, small and defenseless\u2014 remind me of my first pup haha Today? No, I no longer trade my peace\u2026 I prefer fasting \ud83c\udf77\ud83e\ude78 So many options, and all are appearances, none are real. I no longer speak too much; I\u2019ve learned to keep many things to myself\u2026 what are explanations? \u00a0 Perhaps they\u2019re like programs, many can\u2019t be updated because their version is outdated \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 I watch them from afar, and the more I zoom in, the more grotesque their lies appear\u2026 lies I read before they weave them into their stories\u2014creatures addicted to drama\u2026 stimulus has replaced purpose \ud83d\ude12 Serial liars, same pattern, no exception\u2014they wield their instinct as a weapon to shield themselves from uncomfortable situations\u2014their actions toward others vary, but the consequences on the other seem like scripts seeking justice \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 Me? I decide when to believe them\u2026 I also ask them not to give me explanations, because once you believe their first lie, you train them to lie more \ud83d\ude12 I\u2019m no coach for lies\u2014but nor am I free of sin to judge them \ud83e\udd40 I\u2019ve always said: \u201cYou must choose from freedom\u201d Often they are guided by their instincts, while as long as you stay rational, you graze the red fire but don\u2019t let your blue fire be tainted. I also said: \u201cDon’t ask me questions if you know the answer” Guarding consciousness isn\u2019t just about not carrying souls as a result of our actions\u2014as if morality were only about leaving no victims\u2014it\u2019s knowing which souls we need to keep at a distance. Sharing doesn\u2019t mean merging\u2014their energy shouldn\u2019t cling to ours. Bye now! \ud83e\udddb\ud83c\udffb\u200d\u2640\ufe0f\u2764\ufe0f\u200d\ud83d\udd25<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":479,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=478"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":480,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/478\/revisions\/480"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/omnivoicebox.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/8F2DF06F-5211-4863-9907-313AEAC3137E.jpeg\")
<\/figure>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"