How it all fits together and what it means when it changes.
This diary will follow the progress of my work on building a coherent philosophy of the nature of my own humanity in an inhuman world. I come with very little expectation, only that I try and not be stifled by notions such as thoughtcrime and the type. Like Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins, these words are a shadow of the writer's struggle. A writer hoping and learning to pray in a world of deceit. I ask one thing only of those who wish to journey with me. That they try, too.
The whole pantheon of the heavens and the depths of hell and their conquest of the earthly realm and the whole collected works of the bible, and the words of God and his believers deliver to the people alive and yet to live a world view; much as Daily Kos and the media and anyone living can give to anyone else. It is the Gestalt of the age which defines the pantheon. Other ages had their own. What we don't have that others did, is a mythology, a sign post system to anchor our musings round.
Let us start from scratch to build up our own philosophy, our own first philosophy, like Rene Descartes.
We start here and now. I know things. These things we will call the rock of existence. I call them the rock, because they are the most substantial thing in our experience of existence. They are the sum of Descartes' statement, "I think, I exist." This you can know. But you have other things jumbled in there with what you know which cause you to doubt the veracity of my claim that it is the rock upon all which all else is anchored. People tell you that you exist as something. They want your mindspace and your body to be a vessel for their message. Religions and leaders build entire philosophies around the nature of that existence. Buddha and Buddhism; Nietzsche and Existentialism proclaiming the killing of God; The founding fathers and the Constitution and government by the people; Jesus the Christ and Christianity.
It is this that I know. I exist, and I exist as something. What that is, by my own account, is up to me to decipher from the myriad symbols choking my brain of the vital messages. Join me below the fold in part of an examination, of a march larger examination to follow in days to come, of an example of the lack of vitality in our own pantheon, and the ways in which life is revitalized through the creation of, in each of us, our very own.
Is an advertisement for deodorant vital? Does it make one feel alive upon the impartment of its intended message. Does it signify the divinity of one's being? That to exist and partake in the divinity of the message offered entails a newfound responsibility and devotion to something greater than oneself? It doesn't. It saps one of their strength. It bullies and cajoles. It is the cause of its own sale. It tells me that people want to manipulate my (probably) already fragile and shell shocked mind without cogent defense of the mechanisms in play.
When I see a commercial, I think of the people in the board room, maybe like in a movie I saw, or maybe like I write to people. A writer's and an advertiser's job are to hook you on a choice, a way of life, to persuade you and convert you. Writing has the same hooks as advertisement. They seek to change a person for that person's betterment. It used to be that sacred was something you killed people for violating. This was before we had deodorant commercials to show us our naive ways. Sacred is loving one another as Jesus said. Sacred is breaking the kharmic chain of death and rebirth by following the 8 fold path of compassion. Sacred is a recognition of the divinity of others and the taking of actions to make them unalienable to them.
Sacred isn't propping up a system to enslave and sacrifice for one person. The means matters. The end matters. It all matters. Not just you or me or the rich or the poor. What they'd have you believe is that only the deodorant matters. Because you're the type who needs it, aren't you? They can't have you believe that you're fine and that that isn't as important as it would be made out to be.
Back to the board room. They have their restrictions when creating its desired effect. They're selling to a demographic. But for that demographic to exist, they must perpetuate it. They want you to go to a store. Online or brick and mortar. That land could have been a nature reserve, it could have been a church or a home for animals. It could have belonged to native americans, or hispanics, or to Aboriginals. I know for a new slate to be made in the 'new world' where the old world was left behind and a brave people could flourish with integrity and righteousness, the people already inhabiting it, with their own 'old' new world being taken from them, they needed to be subjugated.
These advertisement people want you to work for a means.They want you to buy and work. They want to see you slavishly say their commercial or tv or movie or book or idea lines. And after they know you've seen their advertisement, they want to see you stoop down on that walmart aisle and pick up their product, knowing full well they have you by the balls and tits. They don't only want that, they want you to think about the product, to have no escape from thinking about and needing any and all of them. They get paid if you can't think otherwise.
They want you to be a vessel for their thoughts and plans. What is a slave really? Is it so far fetched to believe that we want others to be vessels for our being? Is a black man angry at a white man for nothing? Black people were subjugated and we all are being subjugated now to a more refined slavery.
These boardroom advertisers who sell stupid shit, do it because they don't want you to think about first philosophies and their merits. Or about freedom and what it really is. They want to prepackage your life for you. And if you've ever realized what a shitty job these people do at it, if you knew what they were cooking up for you, and how they were doing it, and what they really thought of you, you'd have none of it.
They advertise for people who pay them and they want to go home and get a blow job from their wife, or get a nice downstairs kiss from their boo. And when they sell you what you don't have, they are making sure you can't get it for yourself. What about any of this world's lifestyles are vitally important and cannot be lived without? They are only important because they have a monopoly on the resources, Kennedy wanted space exploration. Imagine if we had the moon as a colony. Brave new moon would be written by a space gal living up there looking at her earth, about to give birth to a baby who'd live their entire life up there.
But we don't have that. We need it, but we don't have it. I guess money can buy anything, even 99% of the population as vessels in a brave new slave-trade.
With that, I say, "Back to the gallows with you!"