The question as it had been vociferously posed over the beginning decades of the twenty-first century had been how can we help people? This was posed by those whose privileged existence in the great empire of the West had come to realize that their greatest adversary in future existence might not come from some form of advanced technological menace but the numerical advantage of foes that in a pluralistic society might pose an unstoppable flow of humanity that could overwhelm any of the most deviously destructive technologies designed to annihilate them. General humanities’ taste for slaughter had by that time after two major world wide conflicts been dulled by the conflicting agenda of de-evolving the mob’s animal instincts towards violence. The conundrum of agendas by the unseen pinpoint governing at the top of the hegemony in their quest to maintain control while grasping for ever further more effective ways of indoctrinating the masses into the corollary of the character and consciousness of dumbed down animals becoming problematic. The adoption of the communal mindset of the ideology of Socialism that had evolved from the more direct Draconian methodologies of Communism as it had played out in planned extinction of troublesome strata’s of society could only promise to bring so many so far. Psychology and the appearance of Science that it presented becoming an integral component in dissolving the age old dogmas of thousands of years previous. But the unintended consequences of a financial system based upon the decadence of conspicuous consumption had proven to be too popular an aphrodisiac in instilling the hunger by these same masses for ever new forms of trinkets and indulgences that tended to spoil their useful capacities for exploitation as resources.
The competing levels of diplomacy’s that had formed a contraposed balance of what appeared to be contradictory ideologies but in fact were arms on the same idol spurring on rates of procreation that surpassed the ability to eliminate them through regional conflicts. The business of the manufacture and distribution of arms being a mainline staple that along with the integrated credit based system of international usury had worked well. Yet the human element had once again shifted the course of what had been expected in an unexpected direction. The collection plate of a charity come as a hangover of emotions from the postwar era had spilled over so much that uncontrollable numbers of uncultured masses from the more uncivilized corners of the planet had risen progressionally. A challenge to the ongoing efforts to centralize and contain. The combination of unchecked numbers from ethnic populations of superstitious highly charged animal emotion driven mentalities threatening the neccessary sense of order demanded to insure this new Utopia.
Consequently the complex interlocking stratum of indoctrination was forced to serve yet another core message that conflicted with one that had seemed before to have been effective in avoiding unexpected upheavals by the potential rise of rival groups. The notion of keeping the parrot’s cage covered from possibly distracting popular notions had backfired with the introduction of the Internet. The unforeseen levels of access that occurred as a result throwing many of the longstanding well-planned agendas into a tumult. Fictions of absolute equality of all members of the species that had been safely instilled before the ease of communication had been revolutionalized now too volatile as a universal planet wide expectation had cropped up unexpectedly. As a result a new focus had to be subtly introduced. One that would support the narrative of a well-administered civil society as imagined by those placed high and out of sight of the common citizens. One that would also foster a sense of impending disaster to bind together unrestricted collective effort without the aggravation of an attachment to rational thought. Something that could equally harness a sense of daily despair and an irrational persistent hopefulness from those both cynical and complacent. A useful universal sense of Armageddon.
The current generation of useful idiots intellectually corralled in the mental playground with their schemes of altruistic rationalism unable to grasp the big picture but muddying the waters none the less. Those raised in professional existences demanding the training wheels of statistical facts and figures but never grasping the Kabuki behind their creation and the subsequent illusion that they were designed to convey. The lid of the ‘box’ was still being jostled by other thinkers that found spontaneous careers in opening the topic in such a dangerous way to categorically expose the entire fraud. A push pull tug of war that inferred that all these answers might not in fact be valid! Opposing terminologies were gerrymandering expected meanings that derailed the desired universal Ongoing programs that were falsely considered as unequivocally beneficial to humanity being in fact exercises in eliminating the same. The example of independent thought had to be headed off before it might threaten to topple their well-enfranchised pyramid. Something feared but a chaos that unfortunately had come to fruition.
The solution that had been arrived at being a mass hysterical flight of fantasy promising a transfer of humanity to another distant planet. Something that would infer an equality of outcome but would deliver a form of insurance to its most influential elites. The third generation of professional ‘do-gooders’ who had been blinded by their own relative degree of privilege to allow on more than the lifeboat could handle having to rationalize their expectations by the fact of the impossibility of the task. The ruse then suggesting that sanity would eventually propose survival of a well-educated few as a palatable solution to the destruction of the many and the subsequent destruction of the entire species. The game had to be reconfigured by instilling the magic of impossible hopes as the most avatar of every single human being on the planet.
How convenient to convince through art propositions that were merely the fictions of a devious mind?
History as it is taught is a fiction that serves society by providing a stable platform for ideas conducive to furthering the goals of those that are charged with imagining its future. Some elements are factual as they are based upon monuments and narratives that having been agreeably deciphered in both literal and figurative meanings are incontrovertible in terms of their universally understandable message. The massive pictograph of Ramses II on the pylons of Karnak as a message demonstrate both policy and goals of the hierarchy of Egypt in force some four thousand years ago. The current age focused upon the world empire may be more complex as it works through many allied mediums but the underlying collective message is equally loud and clear. Men and their associations that inspire a spirit of individuality and the possibility of competitiveness are on the way out! The presupposition behind this being that the traditional family structure based upon extended generations is somehow a divisive destructive force that is an impediment to the notion of a Utopian hegemony that wishes to refashion a world society that values consensus and homogeneity. One that cannot tolerate individual motives or goals as that might interrupt a community that values universal inclusiveness based upon possible utility to the running of the state as a whole. Some have referred to such a system in the past as Communism and in more recent times as Socialism but in terms of the actual issue of human potential is a well-tested form of enslavement.
The history of competing empires that encompasses that ability to colonize the New World of the Western Hemisphere five hundred years previously using available human resources as fodder can be easily characterized as an exercise in a mass form collateral damage to gain a large expansive unilateral sense of empire based upon world commerce. The polyphony of cultural traditions from hundreds of separate cultures being weeded out to support a more unencumbered unified mode of consumer based existence. One where the social compact with individual humanity is ultimately one of a voluntary subsistence based mentality by the same. The time honored carrot and stick based political dramas that have been enacted since the last century speak more of a behind the scenes extravagant level of singular orchestration in service of this goal. A powerful elite slowly gaining title to all land and daily work product as well as offspring in both a regulatory and moral sense. Self-monitoring financially convertible units that can be traded on an international market exchange to provide resources to the benefit of an unseen hegemony that controls their outlook from cradle to grave. A perfect form of animal husbanding that is based upon breeding out all undesirable characteristics that might challenge this world order. The most effective means of exerting this agenda being to control the mentality of the female in terms of reproduction.
It is interesting that despite the willful inaccuracies of recorded history over thousands of years that are designed to benefit the victors human nature has been persistently troublesome in terms of behavior by males and females in terms of the two prime directives of survival and procreation. The modern age of entertainment media up to the end of the last century has made much of this in characterizing it as fatal or impossible love. This new millennia has radicalized the expression of same in heavily interjecting the notion of dynamics race, gender and exploitation suggesting that which was once considered as normal and desirable is male tyranny. The lessons come of implementing totalitarian measures in the three great Socialist experiments of the last century that resulted in the instituting of state policies of impoverishment over billions leading to the genocide of hundreds of millions has highly evolved the age old Machiavellian strategy of instituting a group based consciousness where factions can be set up in perpetual opposition to each other and thus easily manipulated. How easy is it to play upon the individual fears of what has been characterized as the ‘weaker sex‘ by insisting that some form of insidious underlying agenda of enslavement is inherent in the biological mating with their opposite! To direct the general discussion of society towards notions of total equality and then suggest that any differences are not irreconcilable between them as a matter of an intangible undefinable interchange but stipulate that is simply bad programming. To erase differences between individuals being a matter of customary inclusion where the most dominant institutionally prevalent world view unconsciously persuades based upon a false sense of value based notions of success.
Myths and ancient tales from the many cultures forcefully included within larger political exercises in military power to gain resources and treasure reworked to serve a unified distortion that proffers the illusion of individual freedom through decadent excess of encouraging solipsistic solitary pastimes of engagement.Worlds of simulation and repetitive cycles of feast and the threat of famine occupying the masses and keeping them attentive to the whims of elites directing them from positions of safety ensconced in total anonymity. Women who see sexual adventurism with many partners, both male and female, as a normal part of exploring their power. Males locked into a childish mentality of deferring to the authority of a mother in absence of direction from a mentally stable father figure. A society where the standard division of labor is determined by demographics and quotas as determined by the politics of the moment and not the efficient forward thinking benefits to both sexes as a whole. A tyranny daily enacted at ground level by those that are the ones ground down by it. The notion of freedom of expressing inconvenient ideas in public or private as patently intolerable to the whole isolating everyone and stripping them from any possibility of suggesting an alternative consensus. And the keystone over which the fulcrum is placed to topple the past being the false of idol of Feminism. Women forever being the most vulnerable to danger not merely by the inherent disparity in physicality with their mates but by an equal propensity to choose security over fidelity in always running to the side of the strongest so as to vouchsafe their future security. The dominant most powerful very Transexual ‘male’ in this case being the hegemony of the corporate controlled state.
Perhaps, the forgotten cultures of the past whose existence resides only in persistent myths hero’s being thwarted from immortality and morality by way of the insidiousness of the female in this regard speak just as loudly today as they did to the now extinct culture that they reference. To remove the delicate balance wrought over eons by biology cannot be functionally replaced by the creation of a mechanical species sporting the notion of absolute reliability as the call to the implementation of artificial Intelligence suggests. To create an Eden where the serpent turns the female into an agent of his own agenda is of course not a new tale. Knowledge that resides outside immediate experience is authority that must be ever suspect in terms of its veracity and possible underlying hidden aims. To stop the longstanding farce of millennium of the human race being ever susceptible to its own weaknesses and proven int he time honored sense to be fools tripped up by their own vanities will lead to the total meltdown and destruction of another iteration of society as it has time and again. The elite’s rise from the ashes like their well-publicized Phoenix birds will continue uninterrupted as it has so many times in the past unless a constituent number of the sexes recover their wits and aggressively bring this perpetual cycle of deceit to a conclusion by taking back control of their outlooks on life. The hopefulness of society of that cinematic conjuring of the elusive promise within the myth of Camelot that died with the murder of the current empires young king needs to be reinvigorated again or all the remnants of it still remaining with be totally lost.
You scrape the veneer ever so slightly and then you find the truth. You were the weak vessel! There was never anyone to come back to. There was never anyone to begin with. It was all pure illusion. A manifestation of creation by a team of artful others. Those experienced in telling beautiful sweet lies for the sake of those who cannot live without them. Coming back to what? What exactly? Someone who depends on you when you are undependable? Someone who takes care of you when you need to be taken care of? Someone that would rather be happy for an instant or two rather than continue being sad. A person that doesn’t really need you but has nowhere else to go. That’s sad! That’s very sad.
Yeah, I’m angry! I’m damn angry. I’m always angry. Just scratch the surface and find that anger. Everyone does, therefore I’m a pariah. Trouble! Someone that no one wants to encounter. One to stay far far from. A conspicuous wart on a face. I carry it in my being. It’s plain to see. I am that thing that they all hate. The outsider. That nagging suspicion. That perilous voice that will not stop its harangue. That will not give anyone a moment’s peace. An alarm bell ringing ceaselessly warning everyone of their better self by showing them their worse incarnation.
“Oh woe is thee!“, petty human. Who gave thee that right? For I am on the scene and will not be assuaged. Will not be parlayed or bargained with. For I cannot tell the truth without recalling the lie that is fundamental to that fantasy that we all live within and too often embody. Therefore thou, I have become a mealy prophet, a pretender. Someone who needed to excel to soar but that has landed soundly upon hard ground. As close to the Sun as he dared get but didn’t. Just had to fall all the more distance back. How sad and magnificent these ramblings of those who would be to another trumped. But this can no longer be. How distant and out of touch one can be with the obviousness of their own simple truth. I have lost and will not gain it back for a long, long time. Perhaps maybe never. I have lost and that is my price and my penalty for being alive.
Why? The problem seems to be that I expected so much more of life. A Hollywood dream of adventure, romance and happy endings all come to pass by the end of the film’s final reel. How foolish those to make such things and then only to disappoint their audience? To have to see the light of day have to judge that time is short and have to see to it that those who do not abide the simple rules of human existence must bide the the time in suffering. This suffering is a silent cause. Something that only a few are fool enough to properly indulge in. People have learned to stay quiet and appear to be noble in defense of protecting their own self-duplicitous cause of virtue signaling their never surrendering. And not wanting to know that which they really have so in-graciously surrendered. That is humility! That is the acceptance of one’s fate of being mortally alive and vulnerable to those ceaseless winds of chaos. To make that decision to come back to stay when one believes that something good could happen. But knows that it’s impossible to believe otherwise because it won’t. The dragon-like continence that will confound every attempt to find a sort of happiness that will last as longer than a single instant.
How sad! And how magnificent that we are told that is the hero’s cause. Or so we are told. That is what we all must live with for there is no ending. No anything. Nothing! Naught but the sound of those words alone. And we must make the best of it. And keep our lives in check and in good order. For this is how we exist with chaos. To remain in good order, ever ready and ever-present against the possibilities of one day accidentally fulfilling our dreams.
Thrown away in the desert of a failing imagination. Dreams of fitful imaginings cluttered with doubts. Images projected in general. Elements that have to be reassembled. Such is the state of one’s own vanity in the dead of empty early morning. Take the original and duplicate the layer within. Put another element in there and mask out the second layer appropriately. No matter what you provide, are you getting this right? Are you caught in the dawning of an essential mistake?
Awake, Awake again as if unsettled by the external Klang of metal upon metal. The thread of mental impressions caught in that waking providing an unsettling perspective to someone alone and anonymous in slow fade chronologically from this material existence. Is Hell nothing more than being trapped in the solitary cell of your own consciousness? Exhausting all the keys on this qwerty keyboard in what is now fast becoming an arcane language of a rapidly passing time! Who after all would want to be recognized for their notoriety in this present day rotten cake slice pretending culture? There are no more heroes offering virtue. Only murderous clowns that entertain the public prurient interests through the institutional retelling of the depravity of their mayhem. One’s own personal Hell would be eternally safer by comparison. When you are young you want to reinforce the notion of a connection with your immortality. When you get old you just wait for it to be over.
The billionaires now use their muscle to furiously trying to topple national governments through the auspices of the monster organizations that they daily dictate to. This wolf masquerading in a different variation of sheep’s clothing. A live ride into to town on the green line train through the ever-present insanity of the B’-ghetto. Singular escalators into the trash compactor. Pongo lines of young Japanese business men bouncing into pedestrians descending on the staircase designated “up”.
The process of self-expression is climb upon the same old monkey bars of the efforts of others. The words come canned with habitual meanings and the author re-configures their collective nuance, if he is clever. But given there are so many other foreign tongues, some related, some not, Then in that case devotion to this nuance can have an adverse quite opposite effect. The analogy of a strict seven year old reading level as the most easily translate-able another form of correspondence. Consider the current hurtle of the public access of online assets ceded by large service providers. Purposefully arcane but increasingly unforgiving of all but their own conception of exemplary performance. All in the name of the public good. All with the expressed goal of re-envisioning society their way and their way only.
The flame thrower in the carnival becomes a soldier burning the enemy with an equivalent weapon of war. Amazing in the circle of the street and unforgivingly deadly on the fields of war. You get what you deserve in the end based upon the path that you follow. Feather trimmed by the unexpected.
It seems that those that embrace the world of following the impulse to foster their own personal sense of aesthetic self-expression doom themselves to perish alone as wholly unrecognized for any of the superlative achievements. That relative degree of recognition for which they strive always elusive and too often conferred posthumously based upon a false sense of prestige that has nothing to do with the intent of the artist’s inspiration int he first place. And perhaps those that are most ready to dismiss it out of a fear and a kindred sense of egotism that makes them a natural rival of the artist.
I seem to also be someone whose past periodically catches up with me at poignant intervals during rocky points of existence. Big dreams reverting to nightmares. Empty places that I fill with Déjà vu mixed with unconscious despair. But not being the crying kind, deferring to those proclivities of that once famous oeuvre of an Arthur J. Prufock. I would prefer to scuttle about my own private ocean bed in a blissful solitude. This dust barely settled from the last century being inevitably stirred up again by the conservation of its old stone edifices to serve as beards for the anarchy of repetitive structural postmodern monotony. The old being freely supplanted by youthfully ignorant echoes of this same trite scheme. And I being stricken now caught in a moldering frame with the curse of youth still vibrantly in force within.
Modern A-B-C’s of sine-wave modulation standing in for song lyrics. An anonymous machine-like mechanical chorus completely usurping the libretto of the singer who become a mere accompanist to his own star billing. Perhaps no one knows how to really draw or sing anymore and they must cover their tracks? They by rightful destiny that I so scrupulously avoided, might be an audience composed of my grandchildren traipsing about with the misapprehensions only successive decades of hard life experience can resolve and decisively put to rest. This hiatus suffered on the fringe of a roundabout of change for change’s sake posing as inspiration a reminder of so many of my own past confusions. And defeats.
Chicago, as that city on the lakefront. The main drag border of culture and commerce supporting occasional leftover halls of ivory and stained glass ceilings that by happenstance alone still serve to convey a lost era when architecture was imbued with civic personality and the soul of a future vision. The ebb and flow of errant humanity collectively motivated by common deceit to travel daily through ruts and familiar linear beelines being wholly ignorant of such purpose. Though their own previous namesakes long ago erased as a species. Something that might have served as a foundation stone for building their own personal identities now long ago been wiped out. This stasis of absolute conformity operating smoothy within an immovable continuum. Something all too obvious to the objective observer who connects with stark regularity the predictable quirks of commercial avatars too easily counted. All manner of vermin bustling about their immediate surroundings with similar missions in mind. The common behavior shared by all of deflecting all potential rivals in near vicinity at any cost.
Community now a vague descriptor left over from a bygone era out of date before computers and phone machines perverted the nature of time. Before cell phones robbed humanity of the ability to take int he muse of their surroundings at leisure and be overwhelmed with the majesty of the natural universe. Powered enclosed wagons and that natural friction come of portable interior spaces now far removed from the passing terrain outside. The palpable fictional illusion of a group identity carrying moral envy to illogical extremes fostering conversations with total strangers based upon brand names and socially supervised interests. The contingent all to happy to abandon their awkward individualisms in favor of the semiotics of outward appearances as governed in the moment by the latest styles commercially pushed by the corporate drugged culture of the most recent trend. A pantomime more likely a coverup to exhibit a silent strength in numbers as opposed to a pleading cry of weakness. A fatal irony cast by this plastic mentality that all will eventually decline into an amorphous approximate.
So anonymous at last! A passing act in the waking Hell of the eternal misplaced promise. Better to be unseen and fit in with the background rather than stand out and be an easy target solely responsible for their own highs and lows. Life eventually defaulting to a bitter brew of cheap beverage. A developed disdain for orally exercised distastes. Maybe the worst pricks in the world are the best judges of human nature? So many people want someone else to write their script so their tale comes out as a happy ending. But at this point even if they had $100,000,000.00 they would still end up swilling two-dollar beers. This era rankles at the sound of the truth being told and covers its ears until the comfort of the most specious nonsensical fiction drowns that out. So be it!
Hard being a ghost retreading former territory that once so long ago I, along with so many long gone faceless others had hoped to have to tread about like terrible dinosaurs. But we like so many countless others became errant memories barely whispered of if ever acknowledged. Our dust intermingles now, blowing through the particles of long lost ancient temples from forgotten kingdoms and other societies that have collapsed without a peep. Those that we never knew or could hardly have imagined. The possibility of their existence having taken up this same space as deep to the mind as the pre-diluvian plains that now stretch out in every direction on the ocean’s floor. This irresponsible present no shelter to provide the eternal muse of those that dream themselves as perpetually immortal. The very ones that harbor their fragile cleverness in an arrogance that supposes that they could ever know anything more finite than the cold indifferent wind blowing through the centuries. What fools we were in youth to allow ourselves to be fooled!
So when did the race addictive penchant for mob violence against one’s own become the latest popular fad? To take a pick axe to virtues completely incomprehensible to those raised to be part of a herd. Card carrying fellow travelers raised by a system impregnated by antipodal minded Marxists to snap to attention when the Red Orchestra plays its old tired calamitous tune of “Monkey See, Monkey Do!” To so easily go along without a single question or speak up on your own behalf in maybe even whispering under one’s breath a single unrepentant, “No!” To allow one’s self to be led around by the nose with a ring of specious political diatribes undermining one’s own bedrock values from under their own feet. All the while believing that such recreation in this atavistic minded sensibility will not change their own particular situation one iota. For those too jaded by the sanctity of security afforded by the smokescreen of their Middle Class self-hating lifestyles with those smug attitude of nothing will change for them so soon to shatter their own suburban plate glass picture window in a hail of pavement stones that they have encouraged their own dear youngsters to throw. Nothing in that sense ever does really change. A fool is ever a fool’s own undoing.
So put one’s own neck in that ready noose that is casually offered by the current fashion of the times. But don’t cry when it is suddenly yanked tight and you choke! The lambs being guided on the way to their eventual slaughter having all along been the ultimate master plan. For regime change is a notion that begins at home only when practiced by cadres of artful foreign deceivers brought too readily into the bosom of one’s land. Dumb livestock may bleat in protest within the slaughterhouse pens on the way to their own demise. But at least they haven’t been guilty of shutting their senses to the inevitable fact of it now operating in full gear. Much less intelligent still are those who deny their own reality and defer judgment in their own defense without a peep because it might offend. The ultimate tyranny being the notion that speech of any type is too intolerable to be publicly heard. The fallacy of willfully plunging one’s head in the sands of indifference while being steadily co-opted into acceptance of yet another patent lie that has been sold as for the good of all.
The challenge of contemporary existence beyond the necessary basics of animal sustenance is one and their viewpoint of all others of their kind. Questions arising periodically of how one fits into the social hierarchy daily pondered perhaps not so much intellectually but definitely based upon an emotional shading of connecting one’s own personal acceptable habits with the relative rewards that have been obtained. Evaluating every day milestones to determine if one is holding one’s own or falling behind. Perhaps this self-automated process seems not so evident in early adulthood as it blatantly becomes further on down the line? The assessment of one’s self versus how prepared and potentially successful one can hope to be in surmounting the undecipherable challenges that lurk around about the world outside of singular consciousness being an ever-present necessity as vital as any other animal concerns.
Most people strive to live within an expansive consensus that they feel embodies habits and behaviors that are in line and beneficial to their own existence. They are not comfortable with accommodating or accepting other systems of the same that conflict or confuse this daily pattern. The conflicts caused by the amelioration of opposing points of view in terms of content and point of views that radically differ now at the forefront of the everyday tectonic collision of cultures that fills the pages of official news distribution sources. The conflict at ground level of the individual self is whether to let thing stand as they are in normal habitual existence or to allow the pressure from the outside to let them fall and in some cases repudiate them. The constant shift of the larger narrative having so many feel that they are losing control over their daily existences and becoming possible fatally vulnerable to some unexpected outside force.
Running down the line of an endlessly complex list of external beliefs and practices that attempt to change or modify long held individual habitual perspectives of the self there seems the possibility that much of this is arbitrary and chaotic in terms of the patent irrationality of human society itself. The tradition of rational leadership and socially acceptable conservative institutions tasked with keeping society on a steady course through careful management on the chopping block by virtue of this global shift of social constructs egged on by diametric viewpoints. The self then posed with the possible necessity to go into hiding by sublimating itself and giving lip service to the threat of ongoing chaos from without. A tug of war between the historic legacy of what each individual self has grown up with and the demands of a re-congealed overwhelming power base that seeks to physically re-imagine the entire human world in its own divergent self-image. Somewhat in the classic sense of out and out warfare.
The illusion of a larger universal consensus when fractured causes the members of the different society to adopt a paranoid attitude as their confidence in their own longstanding habits and efforts have been mettled with from the outside. Change too much in too quickly a time and watch that house of cards known as society tumble to the ground. Modern society having been consciously constructed to minimize the effects of outside influences through corollaries of physical structures based upon unwavering standards is inherent within the everyday landscapes. The modern high-rise or office building within a city center versus a traditional small town neighborhood an example of a gradual shift to normalizing behaviors of the residents of society. This trend utilizing systems of mass communication to influence through the proclivity of human beings to be greatly influenced by artificially assembled imagery suggesting consensus and acceptable social norms.
The most pervasive forms of the same utilizing paid actors to embody what is inferred as fully rational accepted truths that the citizenry should adapt and embody in their daily existences. The need to manipulate sections of society embrace influencing them by a dual application of producing fear versus the possibility of reward. A game that if played properly provides a false overall sense of reality. The game becoming too convoluted or unable to be understood causing unpredictable social disruption. The self becoming lost and angst ridden in the larger context of surroundings that it can no longer relate to in terms of an amenable consensus that is comfortable to conventional experience. The individual then becomes unable to discern what it considers fact from manufactured fiction. Having been placed in a world construct that is equally artificially manufactured from birth the individual quickly becomes defensively antisocial. The confusion created breaking down all regular habits and forcing the self to live on a fundamental animal level of intuitive experience bereft of any socially acceptable consensus.
Females of the species tending to switch loyalties to the most dominant trends that offer a sense of stability. Males simultaneously entrenched in a defensive sense of attempting to preserve the illusions that once were considered socially vital but now have fallen into disrepute. The modern Utopia of one articulate world culture seeing homogeneity as the key element to be worked for in producing a tolerant governed species that it can achieve its solipsistic aims with. The context of one plan or identity versus another completely immaterial when considering this ultimate result. The creation of a universal hive versus an individual family home and all citizens made equal by the destruction of all individual tendencies to deviate from a single golden universal norm. The final goal being world Socialism.