The Queuing Line

So lets revamp knowledge about the smallest dick of her hole-life.

So, as McKenna says: "the pattern repeats itself (always) at another scale",
(1) but it wasn't because we created it (i.e., the pattern, or its repetition), or even discovered it (as some Schrödinger's fans might say). It was because it existed long before our own existence as a human consciousness, as if the human consciousness itself is again a repetition of the ant civilization and this same axiom is again a pattern of what some ant civilization might have thought in some mysterious night.

And today I've noticed yet another pattern.

It was in a hot day of June (almost July),
that I was driving, almost getting to my place,
and I was almost thanking God for my car,
which never heated up (to total chaos) during the trip.

Almost, My Beloved God (hope not in vain)! Almost!
In the next five seconds, I saw it: the Queuing Line.
It was horrendous, a enormous snake extended for miles,
And no way I would go back or turn around.

And then, it started, the horrendous freak-show during the
enormous stairs of the fastidious (hot road) snake.
I felt like: first denial, then anger and revolt,
I was again waiting, wasting my life, my cells,
And it was just because of some lawmaker
which had decided to again:
                                            renewal the tar from the road!

It was a politician they would say! Getting some votes!

I felt revolt, I felt to go against the law,
to go on the emergency lane!
I knew it was just a test,
it was the cops waiting for a tipping excuse (and they were also there indeed).

I felt the rage to scream, to blow the whistle,
to just shout and horn, to just show my discontent!
So that everyone could express their feelings.
so that everyone could feel part of the same body..

But then all I saw, were workers, a cop-worker maintaining things quiet,
the tar-workers, also trying to survive the heat.
I loved so much the picture, I could have literally draw it with my crayons.

I felt the rage to scream, to at least vote against this lawmaker,

just to change the course of history, 

to kill all these snakes that just stops our will, our peace of mind.

But no one wanted to feel part of this infamous snake of pain,
At the smaller scale of a road between districts
(my place stays in the other district)

My own excuse was that:
"This road stands above my jurisdiction!
"it is in another district",
My feeling was that sense of coward slaves,
when they are just unable to do anything to
protect themselves from these atrocities.

At a larger scale, also the world is filled with
queuing lines of slaves, the snakes that stops you,
that makes you old and dull, and boring,
that keeps you from feeling happy, from being free,
from being here right now.

It is no problem to follow other people,
as long as they are as fast as you,
as long as they keep the pace with you.
It is a problem when people keeps you,
from moving.. in their own private queues,
so that you are unable to even born again into this world...
of queues..


Now you might wonder, what was it all about the short dick?
Any resemblance with queuing lines (waiting for their turn to mate),
Is just pure coincidence!
Pure Coincidence!