The Safe Society… (work in progress)

Introduction:

 

Erich Fromm wrote that for man to prosper he must sacrifice all material and political values. He depicted man as a primitive beast enforcing dogma and superstition on themselves and others only to escape the finality of a natural existence. Man has created Gods to be worshiped. The totem spoken by Freud, which Fromm was a renowned critic of, led man away from bestiality and rather closer to murder or sacrifice. With words painted over an image, discouragement and dissociation came into being, where man no longer needs himself, but rather the impression that he is mature, through upbringing, and self-aware, as in liberated, or safe, in his ownership of things, or production of all needs, he may be requiring such as technology, and processed goods. This is a testament as to the alienation of humanity or society from that which he is now, an animal imprisoned, but unaware of this.

 

When man or the specie of man notices his own tedious progression through life into its downfall of death and extinction, he will notice that it was all his own fault and no one else, for his Gods are mighty, without excuse or blame, and his politicians are merely artifacts to give him peace of mind in his self-appointed ownership of his destiny or fate, which is immortality and perfection. That he is moving away from this unknowingly or unaware of is the only reason why he needs to be criticized, and abhorred. His morality is wealth, and the wealthy are alienated beings separate from the poor and unfortunate, living in the same dogmatic world protected from itself and anarchy.

 

Chapter 1:

 

I once heard that man must act now for him to be free. Why the rush? What is the rush? I believe that man must not subordinate himself to be free, and the reasoning behind it is apathy or pacifism. As in the removal of choice through the unawareness or bringing of time. Time being immortal, as in the past and the future through the present always consuming, even if existence ends. There is no beginning, if there is no end. What we see in the present is the past, and not the future. As in, we will not know when we cease, as discussed before. The question obviously is, why? For we would not know that which we do not know or cannot know. The absence of existence is material, and when the physical aspect is annihilated, we are found only with what we know, but then again, we will cease to be. But, for time to stop, there must be a grand finale, or epic outro, supposedly, but I dare not speculate, as advised by one of my lawyers. The legal structure within itself is clearly political, and not the absence of politics. Enforcement of law is political, and not the absence of politics. Whether we know of it or not, politics is not someone else’s game, but our own. We condone the political life as Aristotle said, but the political is merely as is, a vessel, and not a destination as it proclaims to be. It is not anything but the present which can be resolutely denied. Unfortunately for the future of governance and the politic, is the absence of it, which is anarchy. Or the allowance of all things dogmatic. As in the religion without a church. The church without a religion. Capitalism is a-political, as in the absence of governance or belief in governance. As in, when one ceases to need governance, one needs capitalism. When one fails politically, one finds welfare. Welfare as in the UN, or UNICEF. The application of self-governance, or complete dependence. The capitalist system makes one dependent on oneself only, and one must deny all custom, even Islam, for one to be a capitalist. Who knows whether the governments are failing purposefully, or trying to bring us back to its throne, but clearly capitalism, as Rage Against the Machine said, is holding us back, and imprisoning us for the sake of peace? And then the police will do their bidding, as is already the case, and the government has ceased to be, but our belief in it. The media now represents all forms of life, even the religious and superstitious. We now have opinions propagated, without our knowing personally, about things which is not ours to hold at first. To belittle one man, based on his beliefs, and to deny him his voice, speaks the truth of what the capitalist machine has brought upon the face of the world. That salvation is afforded, if one legally earns it, and that will be in some time that all things are legal. That murder done onto men is seen as liberation or democracy. Such as the execution of Saddam Hussein, and Osama bin Laden. That many suffocates because freedom takes time, and we all are absent for those who need more than us. We associate love with pleasure, and pain with liberation. That the weak that suffer deserves a better chance, but the chance we have given ourselves we have to slave ourselves for. Time is ticking supposedly.

 

The regard we have for the political today is subservience, or servants. They must have in their parliaments decided that we may not be worth the effort, or how they can cut costs. Some countries failed their heritage through allowing multi-national corporations determine its infrastructure and culture. One example is the pseudo and the real. The present, and the distant. The superficial, and the physical. Football, and McDonalds. Ingrained in our minds is association with man, each other, through trials of dogma. The association to be exclusive, and to eliminate, subordinate, and alienate those different. We do not utter anything but our opinions, but since our opinions are manufactured for us, educated by others, we are now facing a dreadful crisis, the removal of the self, the person, from society, and rather becoming fiction, rather than fact. There are still places where the real world thrives, or is tolerated, but once modernity has spread all through space, we will realize, that we only do what we do, because that is the only thing we supposedly want to do, which is more of the same, but also different. We eat the same food, speak the same language, wear the same clothes, and yet we believe we are unique, which we are, but communally we are something else. Not bigger, as perceived, but further away from what we are. A cancer patient waiting to die. A lonesome hermit speaking to himself about a decaying realm not inhabited by him and his dog. The terrifying fact or realization is that similarity is expected, change is neglected, and all things human is becoming one thing, difficult to differentiate from each other. All you see now is ugly faces, colored hair, fake smiles, tattoos, and some aspect of happiness, which a picture, like an x-ray, cannot depict, for life is fluid and not static and saturated. Throw too much water on the planet, and it is good. Having too many humans act the same is bad. For we all will become the same in our difference, and expect the same result, as is shown in religion and Western democracy, for us all. There is now no more room even for Christians to celebrate their messiah in solemn gratitude without the rest of the world jumping in and wanting presents and celebrations also. We do not see it as something unique anymore, and yet we all come to the same conclusion anyway, right?

 

Let’s gossip a bit! The realization is that man must alter his destiny since he is conscious of a possible outcome. All laws are not applicable, but a law is. The road to heaven is lonesome, and one realizes why when one enters its gates and meets its keeper. Your heart will be filled with regret, but you should not worry, for you are one of many, and probably have some preconceived notions, aligned even with Donald Trump, Marilyn Manson, or Nelson Mandela. We are all the same anyway, but the choices we make means only to us. When it ends, we realize, when the angels take us to our quarters, that it could’ve been different, but the angels know you only admit it for what it is, based on how you think it is. Consideration is the simplest thing, but to consider something is the most complex. The answer is simple, but the need to reach it is arduous and complicated. Complicated things are even simple things basically, and for one to say thanks to the angels is to wonder if they even deserve your respect or gratitude, as they already know that you are alone in your quarters, for your mind is controlled by something other than yourself, but which you resolutely believe is your own. That the definition of the ego, or individual, is merely propagated to accept difference, or the path towards change, or adaptation. The world is perceivably driving in a positive direction. Unity. Peace. Love. But is that all that exists? What about a photo of Nazi war prisoners? Or a stream flowing into the ocean, that will never become the river it is meant to be? To agree on a notion is not necessarily good, as good isn’t only agreed upon. Scientifically we are fact, but we may be memory, or creation. We may have ceased to exist a very long time ago, and we do not even know it. Perhaps this isn’t real, and never was. Should this alter our behavior? Should we direct our attention to a certain method of understanding? Is our understanding even relevant, when we are merely items, or emblems of truth, and not the whole truth? Where do we even take council, when our own councilors are sleeping on a couch in front of a large LED TV type thing replaying the greatest hits from the 80s or live golf? Is to live really that important? Is to be dead really that spiritual or disturbing? When one considers the stream, one knows that there is a source, and an end. A beginning surely has an end. And when we see it, we will know it, and the angels will lock the door, and throw away the key, and we will never be happy again, for we lied to ourselves, and that is the greatest crime one can commit, luckily, for to be alone is not something other, than being with oneself, which is actually very interesting, if you are very interested in yourself only.

 

The purpose of this essay is to debunk how social organisms, quite clearly so, are quite discriminative, and even when realizing this, is proud of its solitude. Why would God and his angels even care about those things, that do not care about other things? Is God in the same boat then? Not caring about us, because we don’t care about them. Perhaps, and also a good point. We cannot assume that for we care resolutely about peace amongst ourselves, like the Nazi’s or North Koreans, that we are not at war with others. A life is merely as is, a stamp, and then fading away, like a dreadful smell, once the source has been removed. As in when we remove ourselves from where we come from, we will cease to exist, as we originated. The source of fascism is not its end, but rather a different stance to what it is supposed to be.