It is amazing, as the overused term goes to see the number of individual humans that seem to exclusively crave some form of external daily epiphany to set forth their own daily life’s journey. Like windup toys, a kindness, an act of personal recognition, a goal meaningless or otherwise achieved, and the units in question seem at ease. For those who live much of their lives artificially airborne in concrete platforms overseeing others there is an equal sense of despair that extends past these cyclical pastimes. What after all is the use of all this industry and its accompanying customary destruction? Animal desires aside, or at least factored into the equation, what sense does this all make? There is a difference between thinking and stopping to ponder and weigh the effect of one’s own actions. But what is the ultimate motivating force if not the resolution of ones forward progress. If you cannot make sense of where you have been then how can you ever know where you are heading to? It would be fair to say that if I took my own medicine instead of seemingly prescribing it for others, I would stop right here.
All these pretty words of prose pretending to offer something unique yet caught in the same hairball infrequently cacked up from an overburdened crisis bound existence. Rules and the amalgamated protocol of self-expression pushed forth like a dung ball before a scarab ceaselessly motivated to carry that orb forth at any cost. Our analogies are nothing more than random glances into other creature’s worlds welcoming ourselves into what we imagine is a kindred experience. “It’s a small world after all!”, we are daily informed. But is it? Or do we simply address our attention to a statistically averaged model and call it ultimate knowledge? It seems when rethought it becomes a mindset based upon exclusion in favor of gleaned glossy similarities. Or at least what is cajoled into proclaiming itself similar. Go over the original old Doc Heisenberg’s house and find the rooms painted any color that you in particular care to see. Life experience if allowed to run riot it seems leads too quickly to an avenue of inherent unpredictability. What do you think all those government computers do every night but tabulate aberrant behavior. You’re a solid citizen if your locked in your same old routine whatever that be.
But are you truly alive and aware of the basic dilemma of your own existence? Is your domicile merely a refractory of more or less useful objects for sawing the sharper edges off of tedium? Once those occasionally useful yet ever present, “gotta mate” hormones have run their course what is left beyond simple self-satiation? The, “let’s make a difference”, crowd are simply ombudsmen for the body politique’s five year plan of constant property value re-development for the next generation sired. Consider the analogy of an obscenely large human pyramid, one set of legs teetering upon yet an ever widening set of shoulders. The entry to the game from either left or right. The older players initially on top eventually subsumed by the overbearing burden of newer players mounting ever higher on shoulder above them. Eventually the crushing weight collapsing a tier below into blood and bone and dust. Therein lies one’s rightful spot within the human condition. Those who choose to consider a life outside this box had best consider the consequences of not participating. Who in this world dares consider the determined position to carry on despite having retired one’s membership in the ever competitive footrace to calculated oblivion. It is simply not done.