Grass Roots

I feel like we (perhaps just me) are living in an increasingly strange world that is becoming less hospitable for humans. It is as if we are self-sabotaging our environments that make life worth living and filling it with alternatives that do not fill the void of what was there earlier. It is a bit like walking through a max museum, pretending that the statues are real. Everything we seem to be interested in and find important, appears to be a substitute for something real,

something we used to know.

This is the only place I can bring this up.

Well, there are a couple of friends who I speak to about these things too, but even they don't fully get what I mean by it. In the "real world" some people shrug off what I say, as if I am crazy, as if I am a conspiracy theorist, or somehow unhinged. But I see it in their eyes, I see their brains tick over at the recognition of what I am saying, as they try to push back down and swallow the doubt that has arisen in their throat.

What if he is right?

I hope I am not. Because if I am, the pain and suffering we are experiencing now, is just the beginning. We seem to be going through some kind of renaissance of superstition and belief in a reality that we have imagined, that has no basis in science, nor sense. We have become hyper-focused on the irrelevant, making firm in our minds tenuous connections to reality to feed a desire for recognition and self-importance, based on nothing but what we say we are.

Prove it.

Look at the world where people demand to be called certain words, as if they are Kings and Queens to be bowed down to, just because they have decided that they are worthy, despite having done nothing at all that requires a title. Some go as far as to talk about themselves in plural, as if they are multiple people simultaneously, that they are so great, their person can't be contained in single-form, it has to inhabit more than one individual. Self-absorption.

It.

That is the non-gendered form of a person. We don't need anything else.

It is me.

Done.

Of course, that isn't good enough in this world, is it?

It isn't special enough to encapsulate the brilliance of who we are as humans, even though we haven't done anything brilliant and spend most of our time complaining how everything is everyone else's fault. We have all been oppressed, we have all been victimized, which means it is our right to oppress and victimize others in retaliation. We are entitled to our retribution for those who have trespassed against us, even if the boundaries they crossed were only in our imaginations and assumed.

Assumptions are dangerous.

Yet we assume that we know well enough who we are as an individual to demand others to recognize us as that, despite us not actually behaving in a way that represents what we demand to be recognized for. It is a disconnection of reality, where a person can claim a trait as their own, even though they don't possess it, and cannot do it.

I want to be recognized as someone who can take whatever they want, without any negative repercussions.

Acknowledge me. Treat me accordingly. Nice watch... give it to me.

Do not think that. You aren't allowed. Your thoughts are no longer your own, they are the property of the state legislation, and public opinion. Think only what is approved, or face the wrath of the outspoken minority, who operates outside of legislation, but is approved. If you think differently, you better keep it to yourself. Divergence is punishable.

So says the doctrine of inclusionism.

Everyone is welcome, as long as they accept that we are always right.

It is possible to be both victim and perpetrator simultaneously.

Anything to feel relevant.

Another substitute to fill a hole left by thoughtless destruction. We fought tooth and nail to be individuals and now, we find ourselves lonely, disposable, and forgotten. No one knows who we are, because they do not know our journey. We live a transitory lives, shifting to something we are attracted to, only to find something near immediately disagreeable, a deal-breaker. We can't commit to that disaster due to some irrelevant point. Ick. Once seen, it can't be unseen, like an obsessive compulsive left on an odd number, when they need an even.

Disrupted.

Corrupted.

We used to celebrate the heroes, the outliers who beat the odds, who faced hardship and overcame the worst life had to offer, to become their best. We used to design our gods based on acts of heroism, miracles, behaviors to aspire to, to replicate. We used to talk about good mothers and fathers, upstanding citizens, the best of us. Now, we just want attention, we want to be known as an individual, a self-described hero.

Known for nothing.

Where have our role models gone? Who is there to look up to in a world that is filled with egos, filled with self-importance, filled with self-satisfaction, even if it comes at the expense of others. We claim "self-made" without thanking the fabric of society that enabled us, and all the people who were involved in our success. We thank a god as a signal of our virtue, forgetting the people who did the work to make us possible.

And we know it.

But to acknowledge it is to dismantle the imaginary kingdoms we have built around ourselves, the belief system that says I am entitled to all the good things life has to offer, though I have not invested into building this life at all.

We make our world. We destroy our world.

Yet it takes a lot of skill to be a builder, very little to demolish what is built. It can take generations to develop a sustainable society and a handful of years to tear it down again.

What will be the last thought, of the last person left of humanity?

A job well done?

At least, they will not leave another victim.

We will not leave a void. There will be no substitute needed.

Taraz
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