Beliefs (work in progress)

 Capitalism – but where too next?

 

Expenditure, in the infamous words of Abraham, is a luxury that one cannot afford. One should save all things, for recycling (to recycle) logos are found on PET shit. Can one ever imagine a reality free of Abraham? I dare say he was right about one thing, but wrong about so much more else. How good is the dude at table tennis? Pretty good. But how about darts? Pretty slick. But what about Chinese pickling? Getting there. And what, lastly, about being a lion? To his wife, and mistress? Sure, to the wild? Pretty pathetic.

 

Capitalism as Ayn Rand said is the motive of desire towards that which one is not. Always on the lookout, to make ourselves seem better, more proficient, capable, and perhaps unique, for if you drive the Volkswagen, you’re not a German, but rather a driver of a nice (?) car – like a Ferrari - for middle class people with semi-neurotic clowns for company (children), in debt believing they have it all when they have shit for brains and opinions for shit. Or rather, where sufficiency and efficiency is less expenditure, and more of giving, or no expenditure, and running for your life – away I say – but where too you ask?

 

Once people realize instinct, the motive of understanding and knowing without thought, there is only fact, and the realization of fear. The perceptual state of constant awareness of oneself, and the world around. Nothing else would matter or could – especially if you’re hiding for your life from the mighty kangaroo.

 

Luckily God exists right? Like, that’s the only reason why we know of Abraham.

 

Don’t fret; one also sees peace and belief, but what is reality really but all these things and even more not perceived – or current in our flow of time? Not to exclaim nihilism, as in subjugation, but rather uphold, that the resolution – to come - is not always correct, or even desired. Reality does whatever it wants, even with you in it. As in, you have no choice, but to make the choice, whatever it may be separate from the rest of us, like a prostitute. Outside of that gimmick is boredom, and the absence of realization, which is truth, which is correct. As in, it may change, as it always has. You come to the party now, or you lose out. Which is irrelevant for the party rules the people and in the pasture of corporate greed is innocence exploited and triumphed over with cheap ideas and even less expense.

 

Basically, my idea about Capitalism is that its whole entirety, its definition, is merely the resolution of all things culminative up till this point in time. Capitalism is everything in totality. The final realization of separation of man from Church and State. Where he is his own master, guide, and dictator. Bringing politics and religion into his home where he only subsided this nonsense for the sake of what he knows that the outside world offers him and how it ought to be implemented onto his children, wife, and pets. He is owner of his life, as if he has been a slave sold for matchsticks and perhaps tobacco and silk. A commodity owning and distributing other commodities. Finally directing his attention away from himself into another era of expenditure which the Church rebelled against in the 13^th Century, but has failed, for man himself has killed the Christ for his own love for love, hate, and bigotry. To disagree is good if it is rational, cosmetic, and what some may define as moral, which resistance is not, because in a general sense life is more, but according to modern man it should be less. Abraham taught us that to want life through dominance is not what is in accordance with what is good and right, or just and considerate. That tyranny over nature, even your children, enforcing archaic self-defined beliefs primitively without remorse, but to control and subordinate to a one-sided view of what life, reality, and existence can be. This is not a conquest of convincing, or to decide for others – my perspective – but rather to state that Capitalism is what our lives have created, and the way Capitalism exists is not what it could have been created as by us – its upholders and keepers.

 

The conceptualized version of reality places man at the centre of existence – the magnificent force bringing us to something we call the present. Yet as man draws closer to the truth, and perhaps the end – for there must be an end if there is a beginning – at some point at least. Or rather, the end is the present – as the destination of all things – hence the belief of the end – and the circumference of our lives in a totality – purely psychological – hence trivial – for neuroscience and scientific research becomes null when freedom is liberation – assuredness of choice – and not subliminal messaging bringing forth communication and response like a dictionary and a module of study bringing about thoughts known – and previously perhaps unknown. We’re the determining factor of our lives, yet it is essentially expected – even verbalized – hello – but sorely ignored as to what is also possible – even if it is just the comparison between homelessness and homeliness. The enforcement of the policing as to how man lives, basically, is not anything other than superstition and alienation – especially if one is on the side being cast out – for not being peculiar and unique enough – though what matters is essence, and the bringing forth of seeing truth through new-born eyes or the opposite of subjecting yourself to shave or relate to the ideal which is worked at, and tomorrow obviously exists, like death, and mortality. Or illness and the preaching of perfection – or the opposite observed, which believe Capitalism, a financial and economic system – meant to alleviate suffering or the dogmatic view that man is central to existence logically for he is productive – physically, mentally, emotionally. That positive qualities come from subordinating others to menial tasks meant only for them, and no one else. Wasting essentially their time, for time is only seen as money or what man’s wage or salary or income is attuned too. Making man a slave corporately forcing him to be unhappy and distrustful of the lonely, ill, and dirty or unhygienic. Even the local mob or mafia has the inability to realize their sad fallacy – it’s their distrust of instinct – the animal one – which makes them less of a man – but they are more of a man if they are a man or human. As Nietzsche said – tolerance is to be open – but intolerance is the only thing that exists. Morality is a dream of our fathers such as Abraham and the Church. Where Buddhists do not believe for belief is thought and the subjection of these thoughts into action. Where the mechanistic side of man is superficial because he thinks that this is all to exist for him.

 

Imagine a car without wheels. Does it fly? Is it dead? What is wrong with it? We care more about limiting factors in our medium of communication. Hello? Goodbye? How can one, if one does not? The motive of respect ought to be pronounced from within. Like a spirit or a soul wanting, and perhaps do, escape. The result of an autonomous system, as in the implication of master and servant roles, will become the reason for its failure, for to be master one must be present, and to be slave one must be as well. Slavery is the worst concept created by man for he is lazy. Simple, and trivial, things, are only found in an animal that wants to do least (in comparison to others) and still benefit more from the exchange. The superficial notion brought about by some members of the corporate environment, is that subjecting someone to their will is noble, and wise. We tolerate this indifference, because this indifference needs us, even though we may be the noble ones. When the same members of the corporate environment do not have any say in the matters of other affairs, then they just make something up. It’s called speaking, not mumbling incoherently, for a reason. Speaking seems so important to the man in the corporate world that he even harasses people over phones and emails. Luckily not all can be spammed. And it is this miracle, this one blue moon, that has brought about distinction between man and animals. Animals in themselves are separate from man for man denounced their lives as slaves to themselves. We acknowledge travesty but denounce our own as trivial or justifiable. Life is not a journey if one is not on the ride. We all admit at least that for we are human we must behave accordingly as to the definition of what it means literally to be human. But literally as in existentially. Physically as in three dimensional. Not thought which is merely perception of space and time. Or sound and voice which is necessary and equal.

 

To denounce even the majority is dictatorship. Some things are allowed and tolerated to such an extent that it is enforced. The tolerance of intolerance has made tolerance a fantastical myth invented by the billboards of the 50s calling us all out to enjoy our lives finally, and so we were deceived, and then we failed to realize our dilemma, so we indoctrinated all future beings of coincidentally the same race, to customs of making one a perfect commodity or slave. A human, for it to be free, should not tolerate expenditure and its initial sale on the market. Whether it be African, American, or Russian. You get the idea? The tolerance of intolerance is intolerable, for it to be meaningful in any sense, and if there is no sense to tolerance, even the denial of its need and purpose, becomes meaningless – thereby concluding, ladies and gentlemen, the lucky winners are Capitalists. But what do they win? Themselves being put up for auction at the highest bid like a painting or a pantry.