Tue 20 Jul 2010
I’ve heard tell that the force beneath the earth’s surface is like a dragon, and that if one doesn’t use their scientifically engineered tools of reason just right, there is a kick in the trousers. What will people do when the sulfuric alchemical mistake goes up the drain and bathes the unconscious of the planet in hostile, un-adapted impulses of monstrosity?
Mentation-based living systems are tested to the point of migration or disintegration. Specialist primates find their commerce-based systems of non-participation eroded to the core meltdown of mindless primitive operational procedure.
At the baseline, it really does come down to the food chakra. Ingest and excrete, watch Mother Nature show us how it happens on a localized geologic scale. Her sphincter is letting it blow and we get to watch the capacity push organism tolerance levels to the end of the indicator needle.
The baby-talk that “consumers” are to blame is boring, turn-of-the-century diaper scratch-and-sniff. The alpha primates of the Hairless Ape chapter of Mammon Intergalactica didn’t give the beta and gamma primates a choice. There was no town meeting, student gathering or community involvement in how the public would decide to use its resources, or even whether to use them at all. The public was never consulted.
There was no choice because there is no system of participation. You push a lever every now and then to ratify choices already made for you, through a system that alpha primates dance a poop throw for themselves in the country club at your expense.
The idea that you can just say no to TV and automobiles is more baby-talk by delusional betas and gammas working on the alpha payroll. The reward cycle of society doesn’t promote alternatives; in order to stop driving you have to exist: A) outside the system, and B) in places where legal ordinances permit you to have things like solar panels.
So while it may be fun and easy to turn one’s ire on fellow beta and gamma primates who “choose” to drive a faux tank and imagine themselves as powerful as their false-idolized weakling princes, it’s ultimately blaming the content and not the context. It produces late-night comedians who can mock celebrities but not General Electric.
What is the “public” guilty of then? Who said they were guilty at all?
The alpha primates, the ego-appointed weakling princes of our unconscious projections, are quick to dodge individual responsibility for their mistakes. They project their own cowardice onto the imagined specter of an unruly mob of irrational public citizens who are really “at fault” for making them commit acts of irresponsibility, arrogance, and childishness.
Mother Nature has come down hard on them with a wallop. Their relevant toys of in-duh-stry, all out of proportion from human dimensions, are about to have their allowance stripped. Anyone with sense would do well to step well clear of this catastrophe of infantile dependency and meditate on what it means as a hero to encounter one’s limits.