I suppress my humanity therefore I am

Once one no longer is connected but loses touch of the real, – to the natural immediacy of life – not only that one becomes estranged to the natural course of living, but one begins to vehemently fear, suppress, and, much worse, reject whatever entails to be human: urges, real needs, emotions, indeed, regular stuff which makes us human beings.

To be HUMAN today, to express yourself as such, has become an almost unreachable task. A luxury of sorts. A daunting taboo. You are being therefore constantly misunderstood and punished. Repudiated and in due time, excluded. I for one, feel like a disappearing species.

It is a highly irrational – not to say insane – and, from a basic outlook, a thoroughly maladjusted age. It´s kind of “I suppress everything in me, therefore I am”…

The baffling paradox is that on one hand, people have become utterly greedy and miserable, and on the other hand they settle for insidiously vapid and simplistic stuff with no significance whatsoever.

Humans of today are irrevocably caught in a bad dream, but at the same time, despite sensing and knowing this, they´d do anything to defend this idiotic scenario.

So we live virtually. Virtual being actually a synonym for escaping one´s human predicament.

Her Majesty the LIKE

What is the point of giving and receiving all these “likes”? Do they feed you? Do they help you evolve?…Really, what insidious need for nothingness makes you settle for such inane a feed-back?

Are we so poverty-stricken that we have become such lamentable beggars for some futile attention?

Necessity – the loveless mother

– Necessity is the Mother of all action.
– Right, I concur, but who´s its Father?…

When has necessity only ever spawned something great?…
Is Life a matter of necessity?…Is it necessary to live, after all?
Really, what kind of world has necessity brought forth?…- All these numberless destiny-short people around, slaves to its tyranny…Sightless slaves with no perception of the mysterious…
With no receptivity for beauty and the subtle…For the ineffable greatness of being.


Where are all inspired poets? Where are the real creators? The visionaries?…Where are the prophets to lend a hint of sparkling sense and transcendence?…
Have they all been wiped out by the reckless goddess of the humdrum?…

Stories never told, compositions by Julien Matei


It’s not healthy to uncritically adjust to a sick society

The problem with man today is that he loves so much his sickness – no wonder, disease is his safety – inasmuch as he not only repudiates Sanity, but violently thwarts it.

Wonderful world:

Unless you consent to be sick, you become a misfit.

The Sound Of Silence