A strip mall, two washing machines, my mother all of a sudden missing; and my father and I having pushed them half into a store entrance now confronted by two lions leaping past. Fear for one’s self and fear that my mother may have been attacked within. Yet I must stand absolutely calmly still lest one of the damnable beasts becomes annoyed by me and attacks.
That decorum one follows in a faux world of distorted consensual reality that Hollywood spews out and that too many mindlessly follow as it it were their own personal inspiration. Locked in a prison of a society of deluded fools that not only go along without question bur demand that you do so as well!
Oh sure one could spew out a bunch of pontificate nonsense that would serve to sound high brow and explain the whole dilemma of the lack of diminishing options away in some clever artfully logical sense. Empires have been grown and then logically fallen in the midst of those sorts of mental exercises. Yet what would it prove to all others? How to defy appearance when it is appearance that is the only thing that seems to count?
What then is a friend or group of the same in the midst of such circumstance? Action in the intuitive sense then comes down to wrestling with endless questions ad one become bogged down in tacit ignorance of the way things are done and the was they are handled by faceless others. You don’t play along in their communal game and you had better prepare to suffer the consequences.
And while you are doing so you have to wonder about the flip side where those out of place become easy targets for those that want to perpetuate this illusion. Better to dream up a story and surrender to indulging in fake realities at the risk of losing your own unique personal one than to be caught vulnerably short! Dress appropriately or risk destruction at your own peril.
All your animal instincts have been factored in to play including your age, you gender, your penchant for mercantile spending, and how your choices in clothing reflect the common popular avatar that you may and are expected to resemble. The only thing reliable and predictable in a cynical sort of way being the fact of one’s emotions well-schooled over the course of many decades of living in this fish tank.
Play the game or starve and die. The rest of the wonder that comes of contemplating the rest of the universe will to quickly be interdicted and pushed aside. Play the game and go along with the illusion and stick to the script out of animal fear. Something an old man has to do that a child would never bother to even contemplate. You’re an idiot for believing in any of it! But you can’t get away.
There is always a test where you play along and show that you know their logic. And now you are psychically a bedfellow of the mind that wrote all this claptrap up to begin with. And though you tell yourself that after all it is only a game you become entrapped in it! Just wasting your time to get your metaphorical ankle out of its bear trap. No camaraderie there! Everyone else has their own bear trap to wrestle!
And so you recite the expected mantra in spite of yourself. And like a clown you sit on the edge of the cliff like a clown with your feet dangling in the useless infinity of faked reality. Unable to escape from the dilemma of remaining in harm’s way out of your own animal frailties. The animal whose paws you rest between is inescapable and you cannot help but be carried along with it. Though you know all along that the game is a big con. You are not fighting them, You are fighting yourself! And those anonymous bastards that set the whole thing up have won in the end the way they seem to with everyone else on this whole damn planet.