This is the story. The regiment. The self-satisfaction. The enslavement to the illusion of what you want to become, which was borne out of an illusion dictated by the media in the first place. You progress get smarter stronger wiser and it feels like a full life--is it? There is the empty feeling that won’t go away no matter how much it’s shared or how unique it is, the empty inside gets really big and people handle that in different ways. Radical groups against it…this that. Pour gasoline on the fire or alkaline on the acid. But to have the nerves of restraint? To let it grow natural and accept what becomes? Who does that? I'm interested in those that do that. Those that listen to anyone and everyone fairly blindly get pretty far pretty fast so there is good reason for them to keep going for it. Those that don’t and can't grow resentful. Most are in between and often people feel guilty that they’re not trying harder at it. All want the far-off thing of greatness somehow some way. There are problems here. No faith. No ground. No nerves toward restraint and wonder. Insecurity and not quite-knowing but seeing anyway. Mind-centered rational living claims to have balance, but it is just fulfilling preset marks with little of the creative and intuitive logic that makes living a full life special. Some even justify praying and meditating saying it changes your neural pathways. How can you make deals with god if you're excited only by that un-mined pathway YOU think YOU are creating??? They don't get it and certainly take license over something they just got as a gift. I pray. Not know. Let things be done for me which I can't do alone. Keep the storm and disorder up.
And there's this too:
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy”—Neil Postman “Amusing Ourselves to Death.
