The Wave
When thinking about us, our relatives and friends, we see individuals - we are free, with a free will and the ability to follow our own ideas and agendas. But as soon as we move far away, the individual becomes blurry - and at far distance, it becomes invisible, like a drop of water within an ocean wave. The wave is bent by the wind, affected by the streams (and maybe affects the streams in return...?), but without a free will - instead, it follows the regularities of tides, of gravity, of the weather. And a single drop that tries to break away from it is clearly only a irregular splatter without any meaning for the great whole: Wherever it lands, it must either follow the way of the wave, or is swallowed by it. In a dream, I walked through a city, consisting of glass and grey asphalt. On a street that run on a faraway hill, I saw a snake consisting of cars in the faraway distance. Sometimes, they detached each other, only to melt into a single, multi-headlighted mass again. And I realized that every fragment of this snake contained at least one individual, a person, each with their own story, feelings, a family, a whole history and life behind them. But they were invisible, blurred into a monstrosity of metal and tires. And I, from their position, was nothing but a dot within a Moloch. Is our whole kind subject to mechanisms that are outside of the hold of the cloud formed by the collective constituted by it? Is the individual to blame for the course of society? Is the whole wave just a delusion, resulting from the movement of the water drops, that are the sovereign against all appearance? It doesn't matter in the end.