Constituted: II. Constituens - Cryptodira

«All that’s solid melts into air, all that’s holy is profaned

At last we’re compelled to face our real conditions of life.»

Constituted Life makes Freedom gasp for air

We reproduce nothing but the wrong state of things

Get me out and get me far away from there

And yet, in resigning from the external world

I am without a cause and fall far from my ‘being-there.'

A familiar warning sounds out, «don't look down.»

We constitute our dreams on the suffering of others

And constitute ourselves on the constant negation of life

Our self-centered dreams turn to ressentiment

Self-centered souls pour themselves out

When they refuse others and bask in the Devil’s dream

The solipsistic reef, a purely constituted phantasy

All are ideological fabrications of bourgeois individualism

The image, which in infancy could be exalting

As a commodity, can only divide and conquer

March back, from meaning to being, and reclaim the start

Fill empty intentions with the Truth they nurture

Destroy dreams which destroy our chance to realize humanity

For the concrete utopian possibility, Constituted Life is Freedom’s death