The duty of the government is to kill off its current citizens as fast as possible in a manner that undetectable so as to make way for more compliant new citizens. The is the slow method of thirty year fixed rate mortgages. And then there are more nefarious means of a faster form of starvation and negation where through a secret worldwide bureaucracy, where one is marginalized until they simply disappear completely from sight. It would be easy to rail the fact of the Internet and its affect upon the body public but then wouldn’t that of itself be intently forgotten within the Teflon sensibilities of a currently cheerleader led society? One might simply raise one’s hand in a point of the general direction of the problem and nuttier the barest of sentences as less seems more understandable to the current nesting hoards of the faceless invisible temporal memory prone Wiki educated. Funny how one can see so many houses and cars and rarely catch their owners promenading upon a local street? Sort of like the flow of molecules of water and hydrogen in a fast river’s flow. Simply the notion of same without the bother of an identifiable personality defying one’s ability to discern uniqueness.
The artifacts of the past are merely random collectables at best with an equal amount of anonymity attached so as to keep at the furthest distance any ability to emphasize with their true usage over their serviceable life. Enigmatic as that sounds, all one has to do is attend an estate sale and view the face of the remaining family memory to see the untold stories of once routine attachments play across their faces. With every biological death of the owner there comes an accompanying material extinction of their longstanding physical presence. In an era of congealed petroleum married to fractured wood chips this legacy is even more grim. Is it the fault of the reigning social fabric to encourage it’s constituents to make differences rather than build in stone for the ages? Were the ancient Egyptians prone to eternal folly to leave behind such obvious and obnoxiously large seemingly permanent tchotchkes so as to confound the sensibilities of their antecedents and take a chunk out of the notion of a palpable eternity? No, we are in a paperless age for the sake of the unseen tree in the forest that must be husbanded lest it fall more prematurely than ourselves.
From each according to their ability to bleed to each according to a longstanding creed to suck out the lifeblood of their fellow man. That is the root of this modern concern. A society Hell bent to get inside one’s head and exculpate that irritating annoyance of unexpected conclusions that might one day evict the parasite from its seat. The larger collective ‘WE’ exist upon the conveyor belt along with our specially designed material implements to be ecologically disintegrated and then recomposed at the most cost-effective intervals to the larger highly integrated world system of, “just in time”, delivery. Like any other world commodity, we are birthed, docked and subject to the current whim of British Admiralty Rules. Bereft of the ability to hold title by previous writ and grant as issued by some long dead reigning monarch of the Roman court. We as humans are but fleas to the suggestion of a higher power that no longer offers a future heaven of a celestial undying eternal, but rather membership in a Borax fundraising drive to maintain the status quo of the lesser known well-healed few over the endlessly teaming many. Someone has to take steps, lest those unexpectedly found to be the unsupervised fittest realize that they can so easily kill off all their reigning ‘kings’.