The Bottleneck To Freedom

Every year around about this time thousands of girls take a race. A race they have been running all their lives, and all their ancestors' lives, the invisible race that is the human race. The human race, for all its brilliance, is also still very childish and in its infancy. Utopia is a long way away as is freedom, a long way off. We are going through a period of transformation, where everything is upside down, back to front and confusing, we are the caterpillar turning into soup. As he turns to soup all the structures break down, we can only hold our breath and listen for new instructions, listen to what our dna wants us to be, to reform into. some structures will not listen and they will be effluence, they will be washed from the organism on to another life away from the butterfly days. These thousands of girls go through the clumsy hurdling which is from another age and which is the best we have. I am no anarchist, i love the world and i love people, so how could i be, but i do know revolution when i see it. a revolving world where we may be dizzy for a while. These girls, ably pushed and shoved by their parents, who want them to get through the bottleneck into the possible freedom beyond. If they can be the best, can excel then they can take one generation into the next in a different way, in a better way, and yet we all know that bottlenecks are not about flow, they are violent, they stop more than they allow. So we also know that we may not have been able to get into the paradise beyond, the paradise of hard toil, that teases us with her charm and her grace. that paradise may be for others this time around, our genes may not be strong enough, and if one day the rules change and that bottleneck becomes obselete, as the great mechanic in the sky reorders the machine, and sees an error in his beast, then future material, future wonder and glory may not have to be pushed and shoved into the filter system and shredded or harvested in this curious way.