Lonely Jesus, lonely art

Waiting in the car for she will never come back from “i need to change my clothes”, waiting hours so she will never come. Waiting with flowers to a date she will never come. Waiting for your friend to reply, he will never do. Waiting for the VIP give you a sign. Waiting for the world to respond to your proposition, waiting in vain.

The path is a lonely path, you see nobody cares, then you ask yourself: why should I care? I should not, and maybe I’m the last human they used to put a heart in the chest. The new model of human comes without a heart, like tonsils, not to suffer from a love infection. Jesus suffered and came for nothing, he was alone on the cross as his message is just reaching some alone ears, 1 in ten thousand maybe.

The path of the lonely visionary, the master with no disciples. It is like a curse of invisibility, passing like a ghost through towns, like Jesus transfigured, recognized by few. Maybe Jesus could have stayed more, but after 40 days resurrected he understood his drama is the message, his resurrected self is not interesting, only the resurrection itself. Playing on the fear of death, followers come not to hear “love your neighbor” but “what to do to have eternal life”, like the flock comes to a con man who delivers false dreams.

All gurus know this stuff, selling hope for things that will never happen. Another trap in this giant economic trap with 1000 traps to catch your money purse. The lonely artist is a Jesus resurrecting meaning and mining beauty, only to see nobody cares. Nobody has ever cared and his art is as useless and alone as Jesus on the cross, sacrificing himself for nothing, bringing life to earth for nothing. Most humans will never reach the door of salvation, born for nothing, lived for nothing, died for nothing, just like a parasite on this earth. The only worthy thing they should search for they refused, even if it was in front of their eyes.

Lonely Jesus. Lonely poor artist. Lonely art. Ignored and forgotten.