The rhythm of the streets on a normal day. What are most of us expected to do?
Wake up, stagger to the water closet, pee, briefly lounge about, maybe half in a dream and partly still out of it. Then rise from lethargy to wash, brush teeth, comb hair, and deodorize, put on one’s suitable identity for the day, clothes being fresh or not. Perhaps make some coffee before departure, or perhaps rely on stopping at the local coffee place for a desiccated bun or alternately an emotionally nourishing sweet roll. Get in the previously started automobile or run to the best bus train combination that is suitable for swift transit. That is after checking the status of the coffee pot or at least grazing lips upon those of your current mate in the mandatory morning exit ritual affirming an eventual return. So now at some point the ‘rowers’ of the greater galley of commerce arrive and and briefly assemble ready to be taken away to that greater epiphany of the eventual fulfillment of their own future dreams. The day’s news as hurled from flat screens quickly passed, or emails heralding the schedule of the day consumed in transit. One finally sits down upon their respective work bench fully ready to participate in that magical transformation where the individual as a separate entity, melds quickly into a simple cooperative cog fully amenable to avail ‘itself’ totally to the demands of its other fellow components. The full compliment of same now referred to as, ‘the team’.
Would the cells of one’s corpus callosum had to endue such a non-local experience then they would have all no doubt deferred to still remaining part of that that fabled ‘first cell’ species of amorphically inclined amoeba some 3.6 billion years previous. Habitual travel being what it is today, something that might come from a regularly stimulated synaptic motivated thought or a very confused sperm cell. In the pattern of our Mandlebrot influenced realm where sharp angles and a facility for endless reproduction of repetitive objects and scenarios generically holds sway, our individual unconscious’ float about like soap bubbles. Always fragile and ever tenuous, collapsing instantly to slightly glistening wet spot then evaporating from general perception almost as rapidly. The unquenchable desires of sustenance and reproduction waylaid by enculturation into a larger abstract that sublimates the ‘animal’ inside to the greater purposes of those who afford themselves a higher level of purpose in promoting these notions of the conspicuous consumption of industry.
In times past, one might bind ones self to any number of entrepreneurial ventures including one’s that were purely of one’s own device. But now at this point in recorded history, the greater appetite’s of commercially motivated singular celled entity that currently stretching horizontally extends uninterrupted in a thin film across the entire planet has nearly subsumed almost all. We are all simultaneously being predigested by an incremental process of this daily cyclical redevelopment. Each taken from the longstanding historical default of pair bonding Cicadian’s to the eventual dystopian goal of fully interchangeable solitary 24/7 driven spirochetes.