modern comfort and security: subtly false all through

Comfort and security
as we know them, are just
how we overcompensate for
our place in a world

In which there is no comfort,
nor security, so we make shit up.
To lie to ourselves, lies hewn and cut
out of hardwood and down, stuffed and stitched
into quilted patchworks of fabric scraps,
a hard light frame of pine
with sharp uncomfortable springs therein
- upon and around which we have bound
and stretched delusional layers of padding
and matting, so we can convince ourselves

We are comfortable and secure
in a room which - if we thought about
it - we would have to admit

it is only a small part of a larger
house. The part we're prepared
to deal with, with the lights out
and a comforter to snuggle under

Pretending that the covers cover, or
that the softness and resiliency of the
mattress supports, that the sturdy
and steadfast frame of the bed, even
the floor itself, the walls and the ceiling
themselves - even the entire house, beyond
the room we're prepared to deal with - we
pretend in order to escape
the in-your-face-facts:
all of it is entirely made-up! Delusional!

If it weren't for human imagination
there would be no house, yet we live in it.
How do we sleep at night, knowing

our comfort and security is a lie?
Just some little thing we've made-up in our
own minds, or hired someone else to - but it
was still made-up in their mind, in that case.
We delude ourselves this matters, to help us cope
with the fact that in life, in the world
as it really is, without human imaginings
making up things (the greatest part of things,
it really has become ridiculous),

there
naturally is
no comfort or security.
At least

not in the distorted, artificial and jury-rigged ways
we have come to understand such things. In ancient days,
Man (for these were benighted times) used to sleep
in a muddy ditch or up a tree, devoured at times
by passing beasts and in this way
his strength and worldview were either
reinforced - for clearly he has the stuff! To survive!
- or else perished, and no real concern for others

busily having their own strengths and worldviews
reinforced in such narrow and death-defying escapes
as used to provide all of the comfort and security
we ever truly had.

As a species.

We didn't get here by pretending. We had to face
hard facts in the outdoors, constantly anxious
taking a shit - no pants! Yet still with a keen,
far-seeing instinct, we had the sense not to get
caught with our pants down. This made us bold,
hard, fast, strong - what we are. Or sadly,
what we were.

These modern comfortable and secure counterfeits
are simply cheating. Our reptile brain and ape-brain
know it, they aren't fooled. They're not
complaining in the slightest, either. Never
have they had it so easy! But our homineh homineh
brain - the cerebral forecastle, wherein all the roots, veins,
branches and fangs and knives of overthinking
are housed - grind gears and spin wheels on constant
high alert winding up and spiraling out
to panic! Where's the danger?

We will never convince ourselves
there isn't any. We are too
well-prepared. No amount

of made-up stuff

can compete with what we know is surely coming,
which - don't kid ourselves - we will not be able
to clever our way out of

Probably.