The Revolution

By: Matthew P. Holbert

All in the streetlamps and street signs of the small towns and cosmopolitan vistas
of tall tops and complex street ways, there is a voice calling to everyone letting them
know for sure, “the revolution will not be televised.” Every false presentation of the for
sure future of every word and every change that comes in the times that no man can tell,
the revolution will be televised. But between the ears and eyes of every young son and
daughter of the modern age, the revolution will be given birth and realized. And by those
children's revealed discontent the time will be an explosion of life extreme.
This revolution will come on the sounds and beats of its musicians, and on the
feet of these young gods of the coming age, intoxicated, dancing. Belief in love will be
our salvation, down to the bottom of the earths own knees, brooding the time when no
matter where you come from, the sounds of music will carry you into salvation.
However this revolution comes and goes it will not be brought to you by a
corporate sponsor, or by the outcry of figureheads for change. The revolution will not
sound like a pop song on the mainstream; it will not show a sexy body, shrugging side to
side by the beats of war drums. Only by the seasons and the characters of the mundane
beginnings, and by the shores of the short and sturdy will the revolution grow and
prosper. The revolution will start at the level of a murmur in the minds of a youth that has
no faith, developed by comprehensive discontentment.
Slavery will be the household of discovery, the threshold of the revolutions
pregnancy in the minds of a generation, suppressed. With the wheel of the world at their
disposal, yet controlled by the very medium that was designed to liberate, the youth must
have its time, the youth must have its destination beyond the walls and locked doors of its
inherent enslavement to mankind’s forms and customs.
Indeed, sheltered and consumed by the mall culture and its designed
obsolescence, the future will be broken and devoured by the next great generation. The
old will be smashed and dissolved, consumed by the very mall culture it created, and
remade in the image of the new generations genius. Recycling its past exoskeleton and
endoskeleton, the fabrication of a new paradigm will come by the recognition of a higher
Self.
The higher Self of a world brotherhood, inhabited by the gods and goddesses of a
mother Earth; the love of a generation, and the understanding of a higher cause than
nations and the lower self will determine the future. Connected by the common origin,
the revolution will be within each and every one, and connected by the renunciation of
personhood as a foolish notion, and by the embrace of re-conceptualized independence
and individuality to renew the world of human civilization as a great state of the world,
the revolution will be more like an evolution.
The revolution will be sustained. The revolution, caused by the will to forget the
conventions of every tradition, and of every past and present model for the worlds
systems; the revolution will be caused by renunciation of the civilized world itself.
The new renaissance will be the name of the revolution, when the children of a
mother earth see the ends of their modern ancestors, stretched to the thinness of gossamer
and shown to be the consistency of smoke and smog. When the authority of a system
without legitimacy is shown in its naked truth, the youth will construct its own plans for
world peace and world responsibility.
The conservation of a world with potentially limitless possibilities will be
realized, recognized in the eyes of not just the future generations, but in us, and at this
time, with just the hands and feet of a single dancer or a single movie, or a single
sentence.
Life will go on, go on, life will go on.