Ismisms…

Civilization is a diversification engine. Everything a culture may create; clothing, slang, music, media, beliefs, and anything else are all absorbed for the goal of domination. As the corporate machines standardize the world they are actively converting individualism and creativity into conformity. The act of separating everything into neat categories promotes a behavior called ‘groupthink‘, it causes humans to behave like automatons and to accept and use labels as a primary cognitive tool. In truth, it makes us really fucking cognitively┬álazy. Ah, but there’s a more genial term for this phenomenon, it’s called Cognitive Dissonance. It destroys the ability to reason , it eliminates critical thinking, and it turns human beings into knuckle dragging bigots.

We separate ourselves into religions, nationalities, classes, and cliques. If the controllers of the labels are powerful enough, they can turn groups against one another. We generally call this war. Sometimes, the war is undeclared and psychological. The child versus the adult, the expert against the autodidact, the male opposing the female.

What does this lead to? In the end we all want the same thing. Peace, freedom, food, and shelter. If we could prevent the manipulators from leveraging us against others for their own personal gain, we could perhaps live in a world absent of war and exploitation. It just takes a bit of backbone and a whole lot of responsibility.

The Reign of the Ego, the Rejection of Truth

titian_danae.jpgIt was all a dream, an onslaught of media in a plethora of shapes and forms produced an environment of illusion. Like a masochistic slave pleading to his master to do with him as she will, a passionate madness ending in self destruction is all that will occur when one offers themselves as fodder to an entity which holds nothing but contempt for their captive. The modern world is enraptured with a sick hedonistic fantasy whose pursuit leaves nothing but death and destruction in its wake.

We trod to and fro, producing and consuming; and always growing, always hungry, never satisfied. More is all we want, and more is all we shall receive. More pollution, more loss, more suffering. Our tormentors understand their relationship with us, and they delight in doling out punishment.

The illusion is so complete that virtually all humanity is affected. Nearly all accept the master/slave relationship on all levels, yet they refuse to acknowledge it. Perhaps trauma blocks out the truth, perhaps rejecting the truth is part of the fetish.

Dreaming of true freedom and independence, the very idea of rejecting civilization evokes such defense and passion that it makes clear how demented humanity has become. It may be that the only cure for humanity, as for Severin, must be like Wanda allowing another master take their turn at whipping the poor slave, a master with whom Severin is not enamored.

This is the Modern Way

The alarm clock rings, it’s 7:00am yet again. The morning routine occurs once more as it always has and always will. A calculated shower, prescribed hygienically correct primping, and an appropriate choice from the wardrobe are precursors of the sojourn to the workplace. Slipping into the familiar embrace of the commute facilitator the ritualistic adjustments are made; buckled, tuned, and acclimated, the journey begins again. Completing a bisected sexagesimal time unit the edifice comes into view. The work station is manned, the expropriation of surplus value and the externalization of suffering begins. Repetitions are made, commodities are produced, lunch is digested. The agreed period of enthrallment passes and the journey home commences much the same as the sojourn away did, merely inversed. Release is achieved upon the threshold of the familiar doorstep. Participation in socially acceptable activities 7, 15, and 52 provide an acceptable level of diversion. Midnight approaches as surely as sleep. Deep within the pineal gland a message is delivered. As it winds it’s way through the maze of synapses and axons, it nears the frontal lobe. The message retains its clarity, it screams, “You have a CHOICE!” The thought is nearly realized as the alarm clock rings, it’s 7:00am again.