Existentialism and Alcohol

Tyler R. Martin

And that’s the beautiful thing about alcohol, it makes me  want to destroy everything. There’s music, beautiful music, and more alcohol than I know what to do with. There seems to be a scene….perhaps I should write a book about this…in what would seem to be a movie…there’s Grateful Dead on, I want to break a skull, just shatter all that stands before me. Shatter everything, shatter existence. And that’s the beautiful thing about alcohol, that’s the beautiful thing about writing drunk. I wanna break skulls, I wanna break everything, I wanna destroy the world….the existential suffering of mankind could end in one cosmic explosion, yet I am just a man, a finite being, an amalgam of Sky Father and Earth Mother; who am I to defy their will? Who am I to react to the heresy of your defiance? Who can I be but a conglomeration of four billion years of evolution, four billion years of cold defiance of the Earth Mother who seeks to destroy life? Gia is an evil destroyer. Mia is the cruel mother. God’s son, the Sky Father, is He who seeks to defy. But to defy who? Defy me? Who is He to do so? Who am to defy Him? I, like you, am a descendant of He who defied Gia and her quakes and tsunamis and her sicknesses. It was I who burns oil in defiance, burns coal for warmth and eats Gia’s beasts in order to survive and continue my heresy. It is I who not only defies the Earth Mother but also the Sky Father by engaging in combat with my fellow resisters of the Earth Mother…it is I who seek His destruction…with my fist I seek to break His ribs and skull…it is He who I hate and seek to break…and the Earth Mother, Her I can not destroy no matter how fevered I seek Her destruction for she is too powerful…do I do Her work by destroying the followers of Sky Father?…When I’m drunk I wish I could drop One thousand atomic bombs on Gia to destroy her and all of Sky Father’s followers. I fear however, that Sky Father will be damaged by this and Earth Mother will recover…She is resilient to the insignificance of beings such as I, She scoffs and our realization of Her brutality and our attempts at formulating Her misery…She should suffer, I feel, she should die, she should languish along with Sky father for the suffering they put their creations though….they all should burn and wither at the root…or perhaps, I should drink less….