“The Mystical City of the Apocalypse”

BABYLON

The word BABY appears in the title of this lost city which was considered the hanging gardens-WHY?  Perhaps it is where we would rather be.  We all figure that once we are born our struggle is aided by a loved one who will watch over us until we are of age-perhaps it’s crutch, perhaps a tool in guiding us to become an adult that we are SUPPOSED to be.  I do not see things this way.  I wonder if we were left to our own devices of learning we would fair better in the world as to be listening to someone who is morally corrupt.  Is there a perfect ONE parent in the world?  If so, I have not met thee-I have not met a single mortal who has given me something I couldn’t have learned in a book or on television or have witnessed on the street.  Why must we insist on growing up with parents who toss us to the curb of ego.  Perhaps the best place for us is just BEING.

Yes it would be extremely difficult, but no more difficult than un-learning bad habits from a LOVED ONE who brought you into this world un-prepared.  Bears are born to hunt-

All animals have this instinct-as does man.  But it’s programmed into our personalities that it is BAD.  We stand by and watch the car accident or the shooting take place because it usually is out of our control and we would rather not get involved.

Does a Bear feel the same way-? I think not.

So you can have that site of the Hanging Gardens of BAYLAND-because it’s a fantasy that is paved with despair and tragedy.  In the end we go out the same way, shitting ourselves and hoping someone is there to clean up our mess.  The problem is that the people who love you more than their own life are already dead and you’re stuck with a drone of corporate greed that doesn’t give a rats ass on who you are.  The punch a clock and wipe another man or woman’s ass just the same.  Their love is the same as you and me-its in the form of green.

As green as the HANGING GARDENS OF BABYLON-

Except most peoples apocalypse is being caged like an animal and left to die under a caretaker who is happier to eat McDonalds, than wiping your ass.