The Singer and the Voice

A single voice fills the silent room.  It sings, but there’s no music.  The words cannot be distinguished.  It sets the tone of the room, nonetheless.

Disarray that makes sense to only one.  An outsider sees heaps of nothing.  No care or regard for any possession.  One sees order.  Prized items and things of meaning placed carefully in seemingly haphazard piles.  Things of no meaning stashed out of view.  Necessity holds a corner, begrudgingly granted.  Strangeness shrouds it, gives necessity a yellow aura.  It never had need before, never offered an invitation.  Necessity spent years sulking in the corner.

The voice continues, bouncing off the walls, stark of meaning and piles of necessity.  The only accompaniment is the growing tick of the clock.  It falls silent on occasion, but never fails to remind of boring necessity.

Needs and wants are useless.  Do is the only thing of importance.  Action conquers stasis in a swift boxing match.  The result leaves stasis drooling and bloodied, unconscious on the dirty mat.  There are no cheers.  Everyone bet on stasis.  Entire fortunes lost with a single throw of the clenched fist.

Does do care?  Ought it?  Is it really fair that all want their money back?  Does ignorance warrant special treatment?

Do does not want.  It has no need.  It simply is.  it does because that is life.  It goes to work, pays the bills, feeds the family dog, kisses the wife after a well-cooked meal, pats the kids on the head, impregnates the wife again.  Do does not know because it does.  Do does nothing.

Life begins, life ends.  The cycle requires nothing, yet do goes about because of nature, habit.  It cannot stop.  Do continues until it dies, keels over from something.  It never wanted to reset, not even when frail.  It did not ask to live.  Do died because it had to be done.  In death, do was done.

Every do continued.  Mindless drones.  Instilled with directions to do.  Nothing would change because do always did.  Do never thought, never said what if.  Because do never considered possibility, it never sought after.

Necessity is a waste.  It allows for the sloth.  Do never wants for something because necessity is a waste.

Want is dangerous.  Want asks eternally.  Want can never be sated.  It encourages red, calls upon green.  Nothing comes from want.  But do does not know this because it never wants.

What does the voice want?  The singer wants money because it needs to live.  It wants to live.  The singer wants attention, which it needs to inflate self-worth.  The voice demands nothing.  It has no need or want.  It does because that is what it is supposed to do.  It knows of nothing else.  It thinks of no alternative.  Voice is an instrument.  It does because of another’s want, need. 

Do does not think of the fairness of this.  The voice has no voice and wants not for one because it does not know want.  It simply is.  But the voice is not static.  It does because that is what it does.

The singer and the voice are intertwined, forever linked.  The voice does not know this.  The singer does because it needs and wants.

They cloud the vision of the singer.  Visible invisibility.  The singer does not know this because it knows what it wants and needs.  The voice has clarity, but sees it naught because it does not think.  It merely does.

Which is better?  Does the singer claim superiority because it knows?  Because it wants?  Does necessity make it better?  Is the voice better off because it does?  It has no need or want.  It needs nothing because it does not know want or need.

Who can judge?

Who dare determine superiority?

Do cannot because it does not think.  Is it fair to let stasis decide?  The singer will side for itself out of necessity and want.  But does it need superiority?  Does it really want it?  How does the singer know what it wants?  How can it determine its needs?  The singer sees both as necessity.  It is necessary to want and need.  Need and want lead to something greater, but it never finds that something because it does not know its needs and wants.  The singer does nothing while voice does without though because it has no need or want.  It seeks nothing more than to do.

Who dares to place judgement?