The arena culture and New Year's Eve

Today is the perfect day to witness the arena culture in action. Blustery fresh wintry winds from the north in a day awash with sunlight and low humidity. Anticipation is in the air. New Year is coming. People are looking forward to the fireworks tonight. They will oomph and aagh when the very short-distance rockets light up the sky, polluting the air and wasting money. They will have their cheap brief transcendental moments and they will go home, drunk, empty but thinking they are happy. Such is the state of consciousness of most humans. You are, unfortunately, not one of them. They often get inspired by nature. That's why they travel. Those who don't have much money would go the library and checks out some book of photographs about nature and pretend they are there. They rarely get high on ideas since they lack the capacity to think deeply and to the ultimate. They prefer to let their priests and rabbis do the thinking for them and tell them what to think, and what to believe. A great majority would believe in a God and fancy they will go to heaven after they die. Shit, you cannot go on anymore. You are going home and dream yourself to sleep. You will dream of her, fantasizing that she is good and she is kind and she is not as stupid as them. But then you never know. Looks are deceptive. When it comes to truth, humans act really funny.