Utopia

 

UTOPIA

Utopia. You want it. We give it to you. What you may not realise is that you are the spark of inspiration for this utopia, we are not. We allow you to design this ideal world. Interestingly, your utopias are strikingly similar. It is a place where you are loved, protected and made to feel safe. For some of you it involves the trappings of comfort and prestige. The impressive residence which has been tastefully furnished inside and is laden with the benefit of society’s technological advances. It may manifest as a wardrobe that is bursting with the beautiful and eye-catching. It may hold the sensational from the art world or the most luxurious materials that the world has created over millions of years. In other instances it may be the presentation of a cup of tea on your night stand each morning that forms part of their perfect world.

Some of you reject the material and prefer to build this utopia on a foundation which you regard as more fulfilling, more deep-seated and nourishing. A land where mutual respect is a given, the simple pleasure of a stunning sunset evoking more delight and satisfaction than anything made by Bvlgari or Bentley. You want to be cherished, desired and listened to. For some it might be the intense passion of athletic love-making before the caress of soft hands lulls you into an all-encompassing slumber. Your utopia is a place where there is no anger, no tears and peace of mind. A place where one hand fits perfectly into another and will never let it go, a hand hold that says that it is okay to be frightened but you need not be because I will always be here. It is the knowledge that if you start to fall you will be caught. The wolf will always be kept from the door and nothing lurks in the darkness.  It is a halcyon world where the scent of dill onion bread, or bacon or pancakes signifies that we are together and you never want that fragrance to ever diffuse. So many of you offer different interpretations of what constitutes your utopia yet so many themes remain the same. Love, happiness, smiles, warmth, contentment, caring, laughter and passion are recurrent.

You build this utopia. The bricks are in the words that you say when you first meet us. Those sentences over dinner become walls that create these magnificent buildings that rise upwards into the azure sky. Those whispered desires the metal girders that criss cross as the monument to our relationship takes form. The desire in your eyes creates the undulating countryside and crafts the clear rivers that run through the beautiful meadows and fields that form in  your utopia. Your touch causes ripples across the landscape, creating and nurturing as the idyll forms. Everything you say and do, every expression and every glance, every thought and act is charged with such massive potential and it is all for the greater good. It is all to build utopia. You provide us with the plans and the materials and we set to, building this perfect world. You direct us and explain what utopia looks like, smells like and feels like. We are beholden to your instruction as we merely reflect what you want. You want to be called sweetheart every time we kiss you on the cheek? We do it. You want to dance through the night to the slowest of ballads? It is done. You want to receive a loving note through your letterbox? Consider it achieved. Each and every constituent part of this utopia is created by you, all we do is take what you want and make it happen. This is what we do. We are the facilitators of your dreams. We pay such close attention to the way you design this world, taking note of what should be excluded, what must be included and ensuring that every detail is executed.

We are so dedicated in our desire to build this perfect world for you that we spend as much time as we can with you, watching and observing, so that even your mannerisms begin to be included in this grand design. We are so skilled that we absorb everything about you, every hope, every desire and every dream and weave them into this utopia so that soon it begins to form and you marvel with an open mouth at how wonderful it is. It as if every breath you exhale creates another segment of this amazing place. Each heart beat thrusts life into it, every step you take transfers energy into this wonderland, your thoughts appear as if they were being written down as we somehow interpret them and cause them to become reality. You are the architect and we are merely the construction workers who endeavour to give you what you want and boy do we deliver. Nobody can create your utopia like us. Nobody has the skill or the dedication to bring this paradise to life. Does it matter that it is a construct, made from thoughts, dreams and wishes? Of course not, it is as real to you as the screen you now stare at and the fluttering sensation in your stomach. You can see it, taste, smell it, hear it and touch it. You are amazed at how perfect it is, it almost seems too incredible but it is not because you inspired it. You provided the drawings and plans and we brought it to life.

This is utopia.

This is all that you have ever wanted.

Now we have built it for you.

Does it matter that it is an illusion?

If so, well, you started it.

3 thoughts on “Utopia

  1. Jordyguin says:

    Sir, with everything that is going on in the world right now, I could swear you are working extra shifts, delivering cold treats with hot vibes 🍧

    Would you say chaos mode has arrived, or is it still the calm before the storm? Or will the chaos be delivered in portions?

    Some analysts suggest that the more shocking name reveals in the Epstein files are yet to come and will be strategically presented alongside proposed solutions, so that people choose the “right” solution freely. For instance, one argument might be that, in order for paedophilia never to occur again on such a scale, people’s intentions must become transparent. Neuralink could then be framed as the solution for safety. If we could monitor people’s brain waves, we might predict whether someone is dangerous and protect our children. Utopia build on fear.

    On a side note, Epstein. The prefix Epp. appears in Latin dictionaries as an abbreviation for “episcopus”, meaning bishop. In monetary contexts, E.P.P. can stand for “e pecunia publica”, meaning from public funds. In discussions of Latin grammar, EPP refers to the Extended Projection Principle. The element stein is a German word meaning stone or rock. The word Stein comes from Old High German, with roots in Proto Germanic “stainaz”, ultimately derived from Proto Indo European “stai”, meaning to thicken or stiffen.

    I find it fascinating how sometimes the names of influential people seem to contain explanations that mirror what those individuals come to stand for, or what they become known for.

    Tudor. Tu is the Latin second person singular pronoun meaning you or thou. Dor in Latin can refer to being idle, sleeping, or acting as if asleep. Alternatively, in Late Latin, “dolus” evolved in ways that influenced the Romanian concept of “dor”, meaning longing. In botanical Latin, the suffix “-dora” or “-dorum” refers to a gift. The suffix “-dor” is also common in Spanish and Portuguese, indicating an agent or tool.

    There seem to be many curious connections to what you, by choosing the name Tudor, might stand for, which I find fascinating.

    “This is all that you have ever wanted.

    Now we have built it for you.

    Does it matter that it is an illusion?

    If so, well, you started it.”

    It would be a rather powerful admission to say: Yes, I started it, and you had no other choice but to create that illusion for me, and for you.

    Tu + dor. You acting as if asleep = dreaming awake = a gift.

  2. TG says:

    “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.”

    ― Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism

  3. Niffty Cydonia says:

    Treehouses!!! Don’t forget treehouses. Please.

    As always, thank you

    P.S. No matches in my Utopia.

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