We are in a launch field. There is a forbidden zone in the distance, but they also say there is a general store there. I look up and I see three aircrafts above me. The closest is a space shuttle just floating only 100 ft above the ground. The second is a normal jet passenger trying to maneuver around the shuttle. The third is a speed shuttle higher in the clouds but still magnificently close to the ground. The air traffic is not realistic in real life but it is majestic in this view. I see a fourth shuttle floating in the air and it takes a sudden dive. Free falling not quite hitting terminal speed but maintaining just enough control to land on its wheels.
None of us really choose to be political, but we all become politicians, career or not, because we are naturally led down this transcendent path in life where we are socialized to believe something is wrong with the world and society we live in. There is of course something wrong, and there are at least 6 billions reasons why there is something wrong. Everybody eventually realizes this, but only some are born with the power and initiative to become a politician and do something about it. They take action only to subsequently add to the bureaucratic clusterfuck and not really contribute anything beneficial to the world. They are just another cog. Just a slightly different looking one than everyone else. However what gives us that push to say to ourselves, oh I want have a political opinion on top of my personal, financial and recreational life? What does a person feel when they work so hard their entire life to get to a position of so much power thinking they can change the world only to realize that nothing you can do as one person can really do will solve the problems of this world. You realize you are the leader of a national association of impotent individuals. Now salute the flag and go back to watching tv.
an intro of inspiration: a sad break up, some shrooms and some family induced paranoia.
children and infants and how they emplore the most basic instincts
What is is about the simplest cultural practices that instills the strongest
gleaming devotion to our passionate personalities. Why are the most basic ideas the ones that symbolize the holistic model of the machinations in this universe so so perfectly.The neuron is a galaxy. That island is society.
My brother got on of his bottom tooth pulled out and he
shares with me a tradition they perform in China, one that my
father told him. They throw their bottom teeth on the roof
and they bury the top teeth into the ground. Why? to maintain the same direction that they were fated to go since they first shaped in your mouth? Another more exceptionally depicted reason? What is it about a being a part of a culture and being part of a community that makes you so patriotic and political without questions asked?
Each movie, music video, book, or any artistic production is a expression to the rest of society that their own individual society that they have made in the short time should be experienced, accepted and idolized discretely by the rest of society as a more superior unrealistic model.
I’m not saying I am buddist or gay. I am not saying I am a nihilist or an extrovert or a narcissist.. I am not a realist or a burnout. I am not an accountant or a tree. What I am saying is that each perspective of life, vanity and existence has its own pungent flavor. They all carry a different contextual taste. The only different between this taste and some culinary taste, is that we are politically passionate about them. And as an individualistic soul growing up in an amply cultured society where each and every perspective is on full display, it is not hard to sample a multiplex of the different flavors. If a man has taste buds, he is able to distinguish and revel in the difference in zest and sweetness between a piece of cake and and a piece of pizza. Comparably so, any man who is remotely open to ideas is able to comprehend some or all of the rationality of every doctrine or principle every conceived, with no significance to if he agrees with it or not. Even the least political person on the planet is a philosopher who has an opinion on something. A Jewish civilian can understand why a German does what he does. Participants in a food chain understand the system of predatory power. We are more studious about the resolves of our enemies rather than our own. We discriminate the aroma of different flavors rather than enjoying our own. We abide indefinitely in ultimate dedication to our religion, nation or culture because we are socialized that way;to be absolutely and unquestionable patriotic. We are allowed to understand each other but we choose not to do so.
The way these hallucinogenics and psychedelics exploit your cognitive framework is bewildering. Organically synthesized botany somehow navigate physically down your anatomy and somehow mechanically maneuver through the physiological processes of your body, into the neurons of your brain to give you packets of great mental elation. It’s mind boggling fuckery that you can feel this dried up plant that you grew in a pile of dirt after you burned it. It’s drugs and it makes you inquire about the abstract philosophies in life. It’s also medicine and the pills and drops to cure and sedate you from the dread of diseased condition. This earth is the most liberal of pharmacies and it is chilling how you don’t need a prescription.
If a fictionalized person tries to make sense of his fictionalized world, is his effort significant?