I hate the fact that in this society that I am an indentured servant to a vague overbearing elite who I am beholding to since my first breath at birth! A chattel existence that demands that I put myself obligation of perpetual loans to small groups of others no different than myself beyond the fact that they serve a little higher up on the pyramid. And now in my final few years this ‘they’ are all to happy to replace themselves by automation so that no one will know who or why they must continue this servitude to an abstract entity that has nothing to do with their own experience of sentiment humanity! But merely carries out its programming to perfectly enact a flawless totalitarian hegemony simply because that is what it does. No more or less.
If I do not spend all my energies towards serving its business model like wet cement then I must be disposed of as I am wasting its valuable resources that could be used by others that will. Find me a fitter definition of slavery save for the vacuum of empty interplanetary space, Don’t comply and we pump out the oxygen and cast you into an eternal absolute zero. And then mine you like a frozen nugget to recover something to reapply to the next container of compliant proles. This is the legacy of the society that I have matured within. I know no other experience that might be independent of same. And perhaps, worse yet this material universe is of itself a prison built upon the foundation of scarcity where one’s own solidifying habits become every tightening chains eventually choking off any knowledge of anything beyond an obsession for anything else?
I serve the ever burning fires of the furnaces of Moloch in the deadly heat of Summer because that is what I know. Do not dare think to lay down your shovel and step into the freezing winds of a barren southern pole. Where to swim to in vast stormy oceans of water uncongealed? Can I get a T-shirt with that kind of logo emblazoned upon it? The collective invention of society inevitably deadly toxic to it’s own. Something that knows your every move as it has programmed you from birth to know nothing more than what you seem capable of.
“How to gain recognition and command attention!” Re-task the language in a manner that an echo of the old meaning is shifted towards solely publicizing your own venture. Boredom and mind numbing routine. Language is the basis of projection beyond brute force will. Language and its cognition of experience into bits from bites. Time, space, reason! Community comes from the sharing of common experience. Society is based upon a civil exchange between groups. Tribes are based upon those points of de-embarkation. Politics is the overt game of toying with these tribes to mollify. Government is human animal husbandry keeping them in check while administering the collective resources. All very neat in a Utopian sense.
Yet, is there any guarantee that this is a true picture of one’s ongoing experience? What verifies that any of this exists outside of an individual’s consciousness? The static material is always at the mercy of belief. Sure you can bump your head but you can also bring into being something that will eliminate that obstacle. This notion of being in a hurry trying to abide by a communal schedule. Something that seeds the mind with the notion that by definition its embodiment is of something undeniably universal But then again, something that comes down to persistent indoctrination within one’s tribe.
Does a thought have a spatial reference beyond what seems like a position in the recent past once it is formulated? Is the idea of something in the future really spatially in from of one? Or is it positioned that was because that is what you have been taught? There is change as an inevitable aspect of existence. But is that linked to the social concept of time? The term, Metamorphosis, might explain it better? Yet is an individual actually separate from something greater. The star lead in a singular drama or simply a bit player in a production that employs a cast of thousands? Outside of the mentally dissembling strictures of communal society can one make a wrong move? The notion of choice being more than simple responsibility but a cumulative narrative that is unique.
The enslaved are enslaved by their own perception of the most recent results of their immediate actions. Duck, dodge, hide! They determine the outcome through perception and judgment laid down by repetition and habit. This is the psychology behind tabla raza. Settle in to the darkness of your cave and cease to be. Continue forth past these illusions and the result is another chapter in the drama. Existence may just well be continued endurance in the expression of will combined with self awareness? Who knows what is real? You do!