The true rebellion is psychological (More Jungian than Freudian) in nature. The true rebellion is spiritual in nature. When one goes against what philosophers have called existential anguish during the history of western philosophy specially focused on the human mind and emotion, the inevitable determined nature of being confined in a state of confusion, doubt, fear, anger, unhappiness and boredom (if there is a hint of intelligence, it gets worse)... what my dear existentialist friends call an unchangeable fact of human nature.
During human history only a few have dared to rebel against this "unchangeable" nature of the middle man... the man that is not animal anymore yet to become a god. The man that thinks, questions, develops grudge, desires and achieves... what he wills, at least most of the time.
He searches for something that has been missing since the birth trauma (or even further before)... something simple, you could call it peace of mind or simply put, peace.
I had a glimpse, (here he goes again! haha), something about three weeks of no thinking, inner peace, unconditional love and constant bliss not mentioning how everyday tasks as a 16/17 year old boy became so beautiful that making my bed was like kissing the lips of the goddess herself... No logic, absolutely no logic can explain what happened during those three weeks specially if you know me close enough to see my rage attacks, mental distractions and ongoing anxiety (popping pills like candy)
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It faded away... but I'm ok. it's dark, the light comes and goes but I'm mostly in the twilight waiting for the red serpent to say hello, waiting for the touch of her thumb on my forehead, to roar... to roar like a lion freed from his cage after a long long time, to couple with his mate again.
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