Waiting For Godot

If the life is opressive and it is, then the task is not to escape it, justify it, or metabolize it into wisdom. The task is to see what can still be seen before the organism shuts down. That is not heroism. It is not dignity. It is inventory.

There is one thing most people never admit, namely, everyone is on a deadline, and most lives are structurally closer to death row than to any romantic notion of “a journey.” The difference is that some people spend their sentence hallucinating meaning, while others refuse the hallucination and look directly at the bars, the guards, the timetable, the walls. That refusal does not improve conditions. It sharpens perception.

What does that mean in practice? It means you stop asking whether life is worth it, fair, coherent, or redeemable. Those are comfort questions, even when they sound dark. You ask instead what is actually here to be seen that I would otherwise miss by anesthetizing myself? Mechanisms of power. Patterns of self-deception. The way desire lies. The way language pacifies. The way “normal life” is engineered. The way suffering is individualized to protect structures.

This is where someone like Arthur Schopenhauer remains relevant, not for his pessimism, but for his refusal to pretend that existence owes us anything beyond its own continuation. He did not offer solutions. He offered eyesight. And eyesight, once acquired, cannot be un-acquired without lying.

You are not obliged to “make peace” with the life’s oppression. Peace is a social fantasy. You are not obliged to resist it either. Resistance is often just another form of meaning-making. What remains, when both are dropped, is something colder and rarer, lucid endurance without narrative. Not because endurance is good, but because, given the constraints, it is what is happening. Seeing many things before death does not mean accumulating experiences. It means stripping interpretations. Watching how the system actually runs, including how it runs you.

Life does not need to be justified to be observed, and observation is the last freedom left when all others are structural illusions.

Featured Poem: “What Comes Next”, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer is an award-winning Poet Laureate from Southwest Colorado. In this poem, she talks about longing for compassion and peace in the face of the cruelty of war and oppression. This poem is about Palestine, but its themes expand much further.

The Link To the Original Post of the Poem is Below:
What Comes Next from A Hundred Falling Veils

Do you ever think about all the poems and stories and art and dreams, existing only in someone’s head. All the ways a tiny universe can blossom and die without ever leaving your mouth, never even mentioned, because of fear and stress and oppression and pain.

And then you think about the ones that were told, and written, and put to paper, sculpted from the raw materials of creativity despite the pain and oppression and stress and fear, all the art that never should have been but still exists because people refused to be quiet- and you think, oh, that’s what it means to say-

-Art is political.

The 50’s, may they never come back ~

Ant

Alone,

At the edge,

Of the universe, 

Humming a tune.

The cries of pain, of little ants in a forest,

Getting squashed.

The queen does not care,

Simply makes more.

And pretends to be deaf,

To block out the cries.

Are you scared of outsiders?

Is it because when you were in that position, you poisoned and burned and with great malice destroyed everything you found?

But i guess its only invasion when its your home, and when you did it it was glorious conquest.

God Knows You: Finding Comfort in Psalm 139

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. Psalm 139:1

I’ve forgotten many childhood experiences, but one distinct memory has stayed with me: fourth grade. Fourth grade was memorable because it was the first year I had been separated from my best friends at the little Skaggston Elementary school.

I met my first mean girls that year, but it was also a big year for my family. My dad got a new…

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Some people are mean to their friends. They will jokingly insult each other, be rude, yell, fight or wrestle. I used to be insecure that I never did this with my friends, it just felt like I could never reach the level of comfortability where me and someone would be able to behave like that. But now, I think I have different kinds of friendships than most, because, as it always seems to be, I am in so many ways different than most.

I have a close friend, him and I are together pretty often, we see each other almost daily, and in pretty much all of our interactions we try to be kind, considerate, and caring. Sure we laugh and joke a ton, but the only real insult-jokes we make are about how horrible we both looked in 9th grade.

But the deal is that we simply don’t have it as easy as most people in our lives.

We’re both part of very vulnerable, marginalized communities. The discrimination we face has brought on so many issues for the both of us. I live in fear of the future and present, every single day I am reminded that such a large population of our world fucking hates me and wants me to be unhappy at best and dead at worst.

What I’m trying to say is that we both get enough crap from the world. But when we’re together, we are often one of the few things that make the other happy. Neither of us are in a good enough position to be able to mentally afford being brought down any more. Because, so often, the only thing that gets me through the day is seeing my friend and cherishing their kind words and actions.

Once again, I simply have different needs than most. It’ll kill me if I keep comparing average, non-intersectionally-opressed people’s lives to my own.

i was gonna wear this last night but my date made me change :(

Oppression breeds rebellion.- Andor

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BRINGING FORTH IN THE GIVEN HOUR

Travail connotes that we are at a narrow transition. The transitional place is a place of “crossing over.” Travail means that we are in a “distressed” moment.

Travail is a specific type of prayer that births (Isaiah 66:7-9), as well as wars (Isaiah 42:12-14). When a person enters a time period or season of travail (birthing and/or warring), they will experience it as a heaviness, a weight, a BURDEN, a deep penetrating concern, or an uneasiness over a situation or condition that they cannot shake. Sometimes, travail extends to weeks or months.

Travail is defined as BIRTHING, delivering; to be disgusted, faint, grieved or weary, distressed, troubled.

To travail is to be troubled, sorrowful, in agony, intense pain or distress. Often time, a believer will initially interpret travail emotionally and become introspective, suspecting something is wrong with them. However, it is not an emotion; it is the BURDEN of the Lord, and the voice of the Lord coming to a person as a burden to draw them into partnering with Him to birth and/or to war.

TRAVAIL IS RELEASED THROUGH PRAYER

The person will feel weighed down by a situation until it is released through sustained prayer. It is during travail that people often experience a “Romans 8:22-26 time, "For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.” The Holy Spirit within the person knows how to pray under this type of BURDEN. As the person begins to pray, the Holy Spirit takes over and begins to TRAVAIL within and through them with groanings that cannot be expressed in English words.

Isaiah 42:13 says that God Himself, “will go forth as a Mighty Man, He will cry, ‘yes,’ He will shout aloud, He will do mightily against His enemies.” Verse 14 continues, “Thus says the Lord, 'I have for a long time held My peace, I have restrained Myself, now I will cry out like a woman in travail…’”

There is a tremendous power in travailing prayer because it births the will of God into the earth. This type of prayer always outwits the devil because he is so strongly opposed by the new thing God is producing as a result of travail. We, therefore, need to have an understanding of what God is wanting to BIRTH through us. We, like Hannah, need to be in tune with what God is ready to bring forth in that given hour. That can only be done through intimacy with God and through a willingness to allow Him to use us in TRAVAIL.

Many times, we have much that God has put in our spirits, but we don’t have the strength to bring it to BIRTH. Isaiah 60:1 says, “Arise, shine for your light has come and the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.” In the Amplified Version, it tells you to “arise from the depression and oppression that has held you down, and arise to new life.” This is the time to call upon the Lord to begin to break those things that have held down your spirit, for this is the time for the Spirit of God to begin to arise within us.

ALLOWING GOD’S GLORY TO ARISE THROUGH US

The word “arise” means to stand firm; to come from a lying down position to a stand. When we begin to arise and allow God’s glory to arise through us, we will take our stand against the powers and principalities that have resisted us. As we allow the Spirit of the Lord to arise within us, we will find that He gives us the expectation of new life and the strength to bring that life to BIRTH.

Once this process begins and we identify what burden God wants us to pray over, we begin to agonize and feel the urgency of seeing the BURDEN birthed. The BURDEN becomes our own “baby” as God’s heart for seeing that thing brought forth, begins to press down on our spirits. With it comes oppression, but it’s not the oppression of the devil. If your assignment, for instance, is a travail to break an oppression over certain people on God’s heart, you can actually begin to feel the oppression they are under. That is the time to TRAVAIL until the oppression breaks–until, as in natural childbirth, the Heavenly opening is large enough, so that God’s will can come forth on the earth.

Affirmations:

I ABANDON THE SELF LIFE IN FAVOR OF THE ASCENDED LIFE IN CHRIST.

I CONFESS THAT I ABIDE IN THE LOVE OF CHRIST FLOWING THROUGH MY HEART AS I GO THROUGHOUT THE DAY.

I AM FULL OF MERCY, LONGSUFFERING, AND COMPASSION.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

Statement Of Faith https://www.nf127.org/statement-of-faith

Ministry Phone: 281-396-4379

is [minority group a] more oppressed than [minority group b] ?!? well the thing is. its more complicated than that. individual circumstances and intersectionality and such

The “Normal” They Never Chose

I have never felt eyes
strip the worth from my steps,
never walked home rehearsing keys like weapons
or shrank my laugh to feel safe in a room.

The world does not measure me
by my silence,
or ask my competence to apologise
for my confidence.
No one teaches me to smile
as survival.

I do not know this—not truly.
But I see it.
In fragments.
In confessions tucked into jokes,
in the way shoulders tense when a man enters the lift,
in stories told with a half-laugh,
because it hurts less that way.

And worse—
how it’s all been made to seem normal.
Like background noise
they’re expected to live with.
Like their exhaustion
is just poor sleep.
Like the voice in their head
saying you’re too much, or not enough
wasn’t planted there
by centuries of echoed silencing.

I see the weight
of being constantly aware—
of your body,
your tone,
the space you occupy,
the danger in being alone.

I see the slow erosion
of joy turned into vigilance.
The way fear
becomes instinct.
The way doubt
becomes second nature.
How so many carry a storm inside
but still show up
as if it’s a sunny day.

The rules are written in ink
that doesn’t stain my skin—
patriarchy scrawled across pages
I’ve been handed since birth,
too often without question.

It’s in the way a girl is taught to be polite
when she wants to scream.
In how power is dressed in suits
and softness is seen as a flaw.
It’s in the small cuts
that don’t bleed until later—
dismissals, jokes, warnings
dressed as advice.

And I—
I can try to understand,
but I must admit: I can never know.

Not really.

This body I live in is not a battlefield.
No one makes a war of my presence
in public space.
No one doubts myself
or edits my worth
down to what I wear.

But I see the damage
and I choose not to look away.
I listen.
I unlearn.
I ask not for applause—
but for accountability.

Because it’s not enough
to say I’m not like them,
not enough to whisper,
that’s terrible,
from the sidelines.

Change is not loud.
It’s quiet choices:
correcting the joke,
giving space,
believing her.

It’s stepping back
so she can speak—
and be heard.
It’s knowing I don’t need to lead
to help dismantle the throne.

I will never wear the weight
women carry daily—
but I can name it,
challenge it,
refuse to pass it on.

Because to be a man
should not mean being the measure
by which all else is made to shrink.

And if the world taught you
to suffer in silence—
then let the silence end here.

Just been thinking a lot about unfairness and fate. And nothing is more unjust than that of women in todays society. One that normalises a “normal” not even chosen by them. One that marginalises true normality. One that betrays and deprives of simple expectation. Each step is a step. Together they become a marathon. And I choose to step. Just something that came to me and I felt to share. Listen, Learn, Lead.

AUTISM IS NOT A MONOLITH

Recently I’ve seen alot of posts that I don’t think are helping anyone? And are spreading unhelpful stereotypes in the autism community. One of which I do understand where they’re coming from but I think they’re upset at the wrong people. This post said that austitic people who aren’t fully nonverbal/nonspeakiing need to stop using those terms. They said it’s because it makes it hard to find other fully nonverbal/nonspeakiing autistic and they can’t find info or a community when this term is being used by semi verbal autistic people when they describe times they can’t talk.

But the entire post seemed to be targeted at other autistic people telling them they can’t use the term when in my experience it’s not like semi verbal autistic people are trying to steal your terms, we are using it because no one will give us another term. We say “going non verbal” because the alternative is being beaten, screamed at, imprisoned for “refusing to speak”. We use it because it’s the term care workers, occupational therapists, and councilors have given us. We can’t use a word we don’t know, it’s not semi verbal autistic peoples fault that we don’t have a different term, that we can’t come up with, find, or use a different word for when we can not talk. We are not the ones erasing your community, making it impossible to find resources, harming you. We are also suffering.

They also pointed out in their post that they mostly saw this with late diagnosis people they veiwd as low support needs or “higher masking” autistic people and I can not explain how harmful that is. I’m late diagnosis, not because I was any level of functional but because my mom was a heroine addict who moved every year and anytime a doctor or teacher Sai I needed help she moved or told them off to try and keep herself safe. When I finally got my assessment at 23 I was listed as moderate support needs for all but one category. I failed kindergarten, first, and second grade (ya those are grades people think you can’t fail but I did, hard cuz I couldn’t talk proper, couldn’t sing the alphabet, ran out of class sreaming and holding my ears). This beleif that late diagnosis = low support needs is fucked and ignores that sometimes late diagnosis isn’t because a kid hit their milestones but because a parent ignored their needs.

saying that other austitic people need to stop using a term because them using it harms you is forgetting that we are using the few terms we have, no one will give us more and that people like me have been brutalized by police simply because we where near a crime and unable to answer a question due to genuinely not being able to speak (for context I have apraxia and talking, walking or even breathing is a challenge for me on a good day, although I’m able to talk maybe 40% of the time even that’s normally physically painfull and if you add the stress of being questioned or in an unfamiliar area I become fully unable to make my mouth cooperate and get stuck screaming in my head while only small noises may escape my mouth) no one gave me a term besides nonverbal, I’ve had friends charged in court because they use the term selectively mute and the cops/judges see that as meaning “they could have talked if they tried hard enough so they’re guilty of obstruction at least because they selected to be mute” because it means choosing to be mute vs nonverbal meaning no words/CANT communicate. Other autistic people who don’t have words and haven’t been given the support to differentiate themselves from you are not the problem, the system is. We should all be given the tools to sign or use AAC to communicate, it’s kept from us by a system that values speech we often don’t have and punishes non traditional communication.

I dont think it was meant to come across this way but they also mentiond something about how us using that term when we can “force out words” sometimes makes the lives of fully nonverbal autistic people worse because it makes programs and health care providers think they can just force out words and leads to sign and other aac being a last resort. And i just i dont know how to say its not our fault withought losing it. Cuz like aac should be an option for all of us and the kid who was yelled at, beaten, had their pen/paper taken, had their phone taken, had theyr hands tied behind their back all in an attempt to limit their communication down to only verbal speach and then finally under pain and threat managed to force out the word stop later in life saying they occasionally “go non verbal” isnt the reason theyre trying to force you to talk and refusing to give you supports till you prove you actually cant theyre doing it because theyre ableist eugenics loving torturers and they tortured us too. Its not like theyd stop troturing us in an attempt to get us to speak if semi verbal autisticpeople stopped saying they “go nonverbal”. And its not like those of us who can force out one or two word arent suffering, it is painfull, it is humiliating, it is scary, we are begging for the torture to stop .

In short- Late diagnosis doesn’t equal low support needs, semi verbal autistic people using nonverbal doesn’t equal intentional silencing of your voices, people who don’t have supports do not equal your oppressors

Why do people continue to reproduce in conditions of hunger, violence, and filth?

Because entropy doesn’t prevent replication — it enables it, under the right conditions. Entropy is not just decay; it’s disorder that spreads. Evolution isn’t driven by vitality or meaning — it’s driven by persistence. Systems that replicate, no matter how degrading, outcompete those that require coherence or flourishing to function.

War, poverty, and oppression are entropic environments: they degrade internal structures (identity, values, autonomy) while preserving external continuity (reproduction, authority, routine). In such settings, the human being is reduced to a carrier — a vehicle for genes, norms, or institutions. Consciousness is splintered, but the system endures. Babies are born, bodies serve, ideologies spread.

Replication doesn’t require dignity — only functionality. Entropic systems survive by making people just coherent enough to obey, breed, and endure. Evolution selects for efficiency, not for interior freedom. Suffering organisms still multiply — and entropy scales.

Just read someone call Alien Stage ‘Hunger Games Korea: The Musical’

‘I begged them, my daughter was dying’: how Taliban male escort rules are killing mothers and babies

“It was the middle of the night when Zarin Gul realised that her daughter Nasrin had to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Her daughter’s husband was away working in Iran and the two women were alone with Nasrin’s seven children when Nasrin, heavily pregnant with her eighth child, began experiencing severe pains.

Holding her daughter’s hand as the rickshaw jolted over the dirt road, Gul says she prayed they would not encounter a Taliban checkpoint.

Her prayers were not answered. The rickshaw’s small lamp was spotted by Taliban fighters.

As a frightened Gul explained that her daughter was sick and needed urgent medical attention, they asked why the women were travelling without a male escort, or mahram. Even though Gul explained that Nasrin’s husband was working abroad, the fighters refused to allow them to pass and continue their journey to the hospital.

“I begged them, telling them my daughter was dying. I pleaded for their permission,” says Gul. “But they still refused. In desperation, I lied and said the rickshaw driver was my nephew and our guardian. Only then did they let us pass.”

By the time they reached the hospital it was too late. Nasrin’s baby had already died in her womb, and her uterus had ruptured. The doctors said Nasrin needed to be transferred to another hospital and so Gul helped her daughter into another rickshaw and they set off again, towards a government hospital an hour away. On their way they were stopped at two more Taliban checkpoints, each time detained for long periods because they were travelling alone.

They did finally reach the hospital, but Nasrin had not survived the journey.”