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I like Bureaucrat for his confidence. He keeps confidence to his words and these words have an adaptation capacity to the regime. This capacity makes bureaucrat inconvertible and trustworthy. The magnificent thing of a bureaucrat is that he integrates the words rather to apart them. People always talks about Monarchy, Autocracy and Democracy. They express their disagreement and keep desire to be free from all of this system. Bureaucrat laugh to hear this. These systems are not alien. ‘Social Contract’ makes them regimental and they follow the same path of exploiting people’s emotion. Disagreement is meaningless in this situation.
Nothing in this world is ethereal except the system.
Bureaucrat is a tricky Guy. He searches the way of adaptation with the system rather to talk about it anymore. Adaptation is a weapon to him and he is scholar on this. It is immensely a great capacity to fix your existence with the permanent. Bureaucrat is permanent due to his trust to the inflexible words and terminologies. He is proficient to recognize the basic philosophy of man-made system. Human society was not a heaven and will never be heavenly at future. Our effort to change the system is turning soon to a new system of exploiting people’s emotion.
Exploitation is an endless game where everything is return to its old cycle of classification and division between the state superiors and rest. The words seem to look new when we try to change them. Fact is that there is nothing new here. The wine is indeed new but it served to the people in an old bottle! Bureaucrat is well aware about the trick. He serves up the drink to the public with lot of amusement. When public sip the drink their face shows that they have already fractured by the Zombies. People could die but Zombies are eternal due to their ethereal existence.
Every action of human life is intentional and purposeful but these are not trustworthy.
I think there is lot here a poet could learn from the Bureaucrat. The most important learning is to realize the world is neither heaven nor it’s a hell. It’s just Zombie. Politicians are absurd with their transitive intention and activities. People are cranky in lot extent due to the hectic pressure of the system. The system has tremendous effects to make them impulsive and hotheaded. Intellectuals (with all respect) are hideous for word juggling. Today’s intellectualism is just the retailer of confusing word. Bureaucrat is not like them. He rarely puzzles himself with confused word.
The world is Zombie, because, wisdom is funny word in here. Nobody could define the variable yet. Revolutionary is not trusted anymore. He is a person who beautifully destroyed everything without any insurance. He does not even know how he built himself after the massive destruction. Anarchist has no difference with an escapist. His words reflect his desire to being an evil worshiper but he hanged him on the closet when the real evil comes to meet him and expand his hand for embracing the truth. The majority of religious leaders (forgive me for the comment) are trickster nowadays. They appeared in public with twisted word by hiding their ‘True Self’. These words are dodgy and invented by them only to satisfy the personal interest. They do not believe their own word yet.
People could die but Zombies are eternal due to their ethereal existence.
Every action of human life is intentional and purposeful but these are not trustworthy. Most of the cases, we do not believe what we say. The love and treachery have no disparity in this context. They are existed under the same mask of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. We believe these words for our “own interest” and wipes it soon from the memory. The life of any word depends on its purpose and then it lost the validity.
Bureaucrat is exceptional there. His wristwatch is steadfast and trustworthy to his faithful words. Bureaucrat always ticks his word as Miss Havisham did in Dickens’s novel. The mysterious Lady once fixed the watch so that it always ticks of the same to her. It is necessary if we want to signet our temporary existence in a gravel-ridden road.
World is narrow and complicated with confusing word. Our feelings and expression is subtle and restrained for the perplexing action of human. I think we human are tardy footed Zombie in this visible world. Our desire and action is imbalance. We like to hide our real face in the dark. Human mind is dark and jumbled with unknown desire. We’re now the slave of our ornamented words and unknown desires. We’re not innocent and not like a devil but snail-habit Zombie indeed (readers pardon me for my extreme comment, but fact is greater than sober). Our word of action to the world rendering our fate to be a Zombie and it is pathetic indeed.
I feel envious when I see the bureaucrat. He is the man who is certain about his word and action. It saves him from the chaotic burden of jumbled words. His activities are certain as certain the half-watered glass on his table. Life is a miniature of this glass and bureaucrat is the minuscule addition of the Golden Line of life. I follow the bureaucrat to the rest of my life if one major snag not hidden there. The certain Guy is immediate lost his power of self-integrity and begins to act like an ordinary people when he retires from his service.
… we human are tardy footed Zombie in this visible world. Our desire and action is imbalance. We like to hide our real face in the dark. Human mind is dark and jumbled with unknown desire. We’re now the slave of our ornamented words and unknown desires.
Bureaucrat is being alive when he tangles with the spiral architecture of bureaucratic system and the same Guy is cut-down after retirement! My poetic vision then meet with a pity Guy who is no more a bureaucrat at all. His outfit is bureaucratic but the mind lost its capacity to be stands as a bureaucrat. He is now a consultant, an adviser and perhaps the talkative Guy in television ‘Talk Show’. He is not the same man who was once unreachable for public. His decorated fort was spiral and alien to them. They were bound to follow him for their self-interest. This man was ethereal and he was the symbol of nameless mystery.
It is immensely a great capacity to fix your existence with the permanent.
Yes, he was being the nameless entity when he is a bureaucrat. Franz Kafka once tried to read and symbolize the bureaucratic existence in his writing. He followed the Guy and failed to guess his true face as a human, but what Kafka did not noticed that a bureaucrat lost his ethereal shape when he exiled from the system.
Nothing in this world is ethereal except the system. Kafka wrote and depicted it successfully. I think time is now coming to follow the retired man and write down the story of an exiled Bureaucrat.