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Saturday, February 22, 2014

All societies must be based on a basic sense of human empathy.

This dictates prosperity (as measured in contentedness and general satisfaction with life), social and individual longevity, and how successful a given society will be in fending-off the constant threat of totalitarianism.

The modern world is a world of man-made tragedy; upon what we believe to be our own free will we are ushered into self-bondage and creative self-destruction. The virtues of totalitarianism show themselves in the fact that, capitalism, as an ideology born of existential nihilism, creates material and neutral mid-points (such as currency) which rule over us in lieu of Hitler's, Richard II's, and Kim Jong-Il's. In totalitarianism the choice is black and white; you can either fight the obvious power, or you can join it. The power has emotions which can be grouped as malicious or benevolent, creative or destructive, good or bad. The power has an implied morality and thus a meaning, whereas in capitalism, one can fight it yet find themselves feeding it with open hands. One can battle and realize they're battling no one but themselves. In the face of obvious moral wrong, the practitioner of capitalism can shrug and state that the fault lies in the rule of outward circumstance falsely and abstractly represented via modern finance and economy and, in doing so, can state that it is nobodies fault. It's simply the 'way things are.'

As a form of social organization, capitalism arranges resources and the whole of humanity in such a way as to create 'winners' and 'losers.' As the rich get richer, the poor get poorer; as the winners keep winning, the losers keep losing. Everybody lives in their own abstract economy which creates an illusory bubble in the mind segregating the raw honesty of the world into 'mine' and 'not-mine;' altering what should and is implicitly understood into something which becomes explicitly stated and thus clunky, inefficient, and enslaving. 

In the modernized mind, it is often a point taken for granted that, on its subliminal and basic level, the world is a dark, terrible place full of murder, strife, war, and death. Although this is a half-truth, it is not the full truth, and the level to which this truth has been affected by the mutuality of reality and concept is so socially unconscious that many's modern perceptions are affected by hear-say and headlines as opposed to the good and neutral seen on a daily basis. It is a given, despite the degradation of the modern intuition to the contrary, that the good practiced, accepted, and generally carried out far outweighs the bad as significantly as the Pacific Island of Vanuatu is surrounded by the seemingly endless drift of ocean itself. In a moral context, of course, the good does indeed require the bad to prove its virtue. 
If one were to moralize the world and the universe in its entirety, one would find mostly neutral and good. The negative is something that the human mind finds near-unfathomable; basically impossible in its very existence. It is as such that the intellectualized mind is fascinated with it, and easily overwhelmed by its crush of nihilistic strangeness, finding in it a vortex of disbelief created out of a lack of acceptance (which, in itself, is one of the many manifestations of negativity which one must hypocritically learn to accept). 

This fascination, in which one is constantly stating, “I can't believe this has or could occur!,” is advertised in the bombardment of modern media culture, now globalized to establish the individual mind as a sort of phantasmal battlefield between good intentions and meaningless harm. 

Instability.

Keyword: instability.

Mid-May and the room has a blue cold, runny nose, condensation clasping the window like a quiet leech. Through the narrow chinks of my cavern, I can glimpse a computer surrounded by world in peripheral; fish eye vision like religious fervor, I realize life has made a lasting impression on whatever I am.

whatever I am. 

Dream fades to life, life fades to dream, some alien language crash landed on Earth and now we all speak English (except, you know, the ten thousand other dialects all branched from the Indo-European earth worm). People like to say that everything changes. Nothing stays the same. Doesn't the fact of change never change? Does that not make constants a possibility, even if only within the Many Worlds Interpretation of Quantum Physics (capitalized! it's a name and 'Quantum Physics' likes playing the smiling subtitle ( :) ) ) now I wasn't in Copenhagen the day a jury of physicists decided on Reality; but I was in Reality (capital R) so I'm sure that counts for something.

They say they don't know who 'they' is; as if a brief allusion to a greater network somehow invalidates the point (but 'they' is the 'you' you decide to ignore; the 'you' composite of influences 'you' simply grew around; 'they' is the part of yourself 'you' keep tucked away comfortably like a newborn child that doesn't know any better).

contextual rant (old)

Everything is in context. You can't tell a member of the 'first world' that they should feel good about their predicament regarding 'trivial' matters by stating, “others have it worse. Look at the starving Ethiopians or the embattled and shattered populations of Syria. Don't they have it terribly? Don't you feel better about your situation now?”

The whole social contrast of 'at least you're not here' or 'at least you're not him/her' is a completely sadistic and deprecating way to appeal to misfortune in the modern world. The appeal that 'someone else has it worse than you' is only important in the context of realizing what needs to be changed. The fact that someone has it worse than you should NOT be something that makes you sigh in relief. For example.. someone complains the rent is too high, and the traditional retort is, 'well, just be thankful that you aren't homeless and sleeping on a sidewalk.' Whew! Thank God someone is collapsing to their knees from hunger and struggling through a solid 8 hours of slumber amidst the drunken screams of club-goers and late-night adventurers remaining deliberately indifferent and ignorant to their very existence and plight for basic subsistence.

If we were to level the playing field (as it should be- lift the lower classes into the happy medium of comfort + subsistence, knock the upper classes off their high-horse of excess and into the same rational category), we wouldn't have to retain or develop a logical compassion for each individuals plight in the social context provided by their monetary net worth and/or material 'successes' as measured individuals. The fact that we live in a society which harbours the deadbeat and immoral ability to let you starve to death on the street or.. conversely.. accrue irrational and entirely unnecessary amounts of monetary symbolism and luxurious excess is the root of the 'first world problem'.. itself being nothing more than a single symptom of a much greater disease present within our society and within each of us as solitary individuals who become more and more estranged to the world and universe around us as the cancer of capital indifference spreads nearly unchecked.

The whole cultural narrative is to simply demand that each person 'get over it,' whatever 'it' might be... showcasing the underlying zeitgeist of forced apathy which allows the system to proliferate and flourish as-is. 'Get over it.. move past your failed relationship, forget about her. Forget about the collapsing ice-shelves, the endless development of strip malls and economic colonialism the world over.' Should we not, instead, be telling people to give a shit? To wake up and care about things within the vicinity of their own personal lives enough to fix them? How can we expect us, as a species and as a generation, to wake up and work towards a solution in the greater scheme of things if we're telling them to submit to the inconvenient roadblocks presented by life?

It is above as it is below.” You care for both.. or neither. What you present in your microcosm will be reflected 10 fold in the macrocosm.


Am I a part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease?”

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012, Powell River, British Columbia, Canada (8:17 AM)

So, it's only the beginning of the week and I've already been up and down. Yesterday I felt myself in a trapped square of 'consequential' exhaustion, which reminded me how unfree I was in the fact that I couldn't simply take an hour to lie down. I felt like the pure deliberation of life was sucked away.
The childhood love of delineated exploration and pure poetic feeling is gone to the average working adult. I get glimpses of it on very relaxing weekends, and on nice mornings staring at golden orange clouds waiting for the bus.. but then I consider the fact that I cannot just follow a trail to sit under the clouds to adoringly rest and meditate, otherwise i put my livelihood on the line. It feels like such an absolute and complete oppression, when my nature and THE nature is denied.
How many 'logical' arguments could be made in the favor of livelihood as opposed to true life? Plenty.
Logic and reason have distorted the reality we once inhabited as children. Not only that.. we live our lives on the basis of logical reason, causing war, manipulation, nihilism.. and then we try in vain to solve those same problems with logical reason, unaware that doing so is standing on the same fucking ground and pushing 2 futile chess pieces back and forth.
The solution to war, manipulation, and nihilism lies outside of a compromise with logic and reason. It lies in also not ignoring the evils of modern everyday livelihood with a 'well, what are you gonna do? Gotta work to live.'
I head to work as I write these words, and know I'm going to be pushing myself harder than I ever would if I had a choice. I take responsibility in the name of symbolism; in the name of logical abstraction which has lost nature, thus causing a gap only solvable my radicalism; whether the radicalism of denying society and dropping out, or the radicalism of destroying society to start from square one.
The idea of 'time' I find to be the most incredible of oppressions. I book off 80% of my current present to a place I would still not rather be, when I could be doing so much more for myself and the world if I had the freedom to do so and didn't live under the paradigm of pain-is-temporary, pride-is-forever. When I see worker-bees, I see cowards afraid of true life and true death. They waste their lives trying to secure an unguaranteed amount of 'time,' by wasting their 'time.' Then they try to make sure they work for the upkeep and survival of their children by abandoning their children at a daycare or school, only to lord their 18 to 20 years of work for their benefit over their heads when they come of age to force them license to follow in the same footsteps. This gives people the disgusting and reprehensible choice between freedom or family, as if they can't have both; because, in the modern world, you really can't have both unless you're willing to go to incredible lengths not supported by your cultural operating system to do so.
There are niches in the modern world, each being different to every individual.. in my case, investigative journalism is the freedom niche I aspire too.. but only a certain demographic fulfill such dreams, and in doing so, modern society forces them to condemn thousands more to far less than their potential or want. Because if you and I are going to be investigative journalists, someone still has to pick up our garbage, right? Someone still has to serve us at the counter, right?
Personally, I believe dependencies on such positions are the result of an intricate web of confusion, abstraction, and redundancy that could be solved in a revamped society; however, I won't address that here.
Everything I ever suspected about jobs prior to ever getting one has been 100% correct, and the further I plunge into the world of the working man, the more glad I am I avoided a job as long as I did. With attitudes such as, 'it's not that bad,' it was easy to see I was condemning myself to something obligatorily dark, deep, and bloody depressing.. creating a physical reality backed up by far-reaching symbolism which forces you to sludge through unnatural depression, exhaustion, and force in order to survive.. and if you are strong enough to resist the pain of the proletarian, you may come out successful with dreams fulfilled on the other side of the minefield. Others get so overwhelmed and taken by the invasive and violent darkness and they tumble into it for the rest of their lives, having lost the will to attempt climbing out.
Even looking at the bright beautiful sky in the distance while sitting on the bus on my way to an 8 hour shift, I know as an absolute certainty that there is a gross injustice being carried out against me and the rest of the human race.
I guess that's all I've really got to say.

I just feel like I'm treading on a sidewalk of soap.

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.