It is nearly miraculous to accept how little humans require to enjoy stasis. Maslow and others have attempted to quantify, and document human wellness factors - facts · which were then subverted to evil ends by the corporate overlords at Abu Ghraib, Buchenwald, Andersonville, Bastille, The Tombs: etc., etc., etc. The powers that be, advised no doubt by their “affective challenged” administrative assistant - Artificial Intelligence, (Art Intel) that they, the ruling class have reached the optimum economy of scale that prisons for profit can yield and must consider more effective management of the “Captured Capital” to date by expanding the model of “cultures under siege” as the Hebrews have been experimenting with in Palestine and points east. There has been of course collaboration with the remnants of the 3rd Reich occupying neighborhoods of the District of Columbia with franchises throughout the greater metropolitan police districts nationwide. I’m sorry to report, gentleman and members of the jury - but your concept of justice and summary executions are counter productive and have, in general disappointed management which was assured at the signing of a smooth and efficient transition from Freedom to Tyranny. With regret we must explore the options remaining to us for world dominance through other means - Sincerely, your lords and masters
And yet here we sit collectively at a precipice, i’m fairly certain none would wish. Ironically the decision was, has been and will be ours - good morning for all those just waking up. When i say it is nearly miraculous how little we require as a species to survive; i make this statement not as a platitude in a world up to its asshole in platitudes, but simple pragmatic information. For when you read, whatever on what you consider your valid “reality” channel, it is always good to bump ideas off of incongruous walls, just to see how the shit you’re imagining meshes with what shouldn’t make sense. “Unconditional Love” for me holds that place saver reservation for me in the media’s constant demand for confidence, within a world full to the brim with feints to your place of well being - be that dominance of your clique, financial superiority within an impoverished world, or certain spiritual purity within a material cesspool spiraling into a drain no one seems to see, but you.
Daily, i find many to bless after, during and before i have done some of the hard work befriending my demons which haunt my days and night. To be fair, demons and angels is a more accurate a description of how i am trying to discipline the chemicals in my cortex to meet my intersection with the mystery that has wrought the vortex of our mutual delusions. There is not all that big a surprise, given the chemical nature of light we transform in our crude “carbon train” - balancing between, human induced fission and universally transformative fusion. I use to think the “secret” was in deciphering frequency, and have begun to search “scale” for the fulcrum Archimedes searched the world over to fit his lever. Each of you reading these flapping flags of language in a world in the process of cutting the “tongue” of communication from the mouth of humanity - “to what end, each of us must protest with each vacant moment in pursuit of the answer about the ‘ circle without circumference’.
What’s my hurry, i ask - why do i rush to present an idea to an inchoate bio-organism that can barely shed the enticing remnants of it voluptuous and soon to be ravaged figure - the very thought between what we as a species could perceive while executing the the spectral curves we could discern then in the caves of “Lascaux· vs what we, of our most resourceful of our collective blood line can manage in the caves of Vermont Blvd. and _____ fill in the blank. As i can provide little succor to my Dame, i can provide little to you my vacant reader. Am i discouraged by the prospect of spending so much of what i have so little of - Time, is not the issue. More importantly is you, who have found this secret cache of love, manages to convert one substance - myth, into another substance · fact. In Bali there is a grand tradition for learning which is accomplished by taking the hand of that spirit you wish to enable and simply walking through the steps together; cut this by doing that, hold this balanced so that does this · what is remarkable about this sort of learning process is how early in one’s live it becomes “nature” in effect ending the Western conundrum of “nature, vs nurture”; fact - do right and right grows - do wrong, and dig the same.
I ride each day and am in an entirely disinterested circuit that is base solely on the endorphins i can encourage and sleep that is less - anxious. i have found that if i sample one channel of old movies vs the “squeal” of newsfeed, it translates directly into disquiet during my rest. Where i sit, vs where i thought to be is vast. This dichotomy creates anxiety for my decrepitude i must face as well as all we who consider ourselves human. There is no future at the ripe old age of 65 - the myth of Rembrandt sidling up to a young entrepreneuse, must needs be abandoned - at least until such some nubile nymph declares her libidinous independence and gloms on to my stalwart frame, suggesting “happy days” - what am i gonna do · decline¿ Kidding sort of. I watch young squeezes wander off with assholes far more toxic than anything my tame tendencies could conjure - so why not¿? · it don’t really matter ‘cause me future is a damn sight more compressed than my past. I am mostly interested, ironically in what Henry Ford advocated, “do as much good as you can, for as many as you can, for as long as you can” - sounds like a plan to me:
Editorial Note - and if you still doubt Mme. Paradox isn't a close personal friend of mine · chew on the fact that Henry Ford is one of the biggest Nazi supporters in the history of the good ole' U.S. of A.
jts 09/06/2020
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