Shallow days

I’m so cut off from so-called reality as men have built it… this endless stream of complexity justified by the words “because we live in the modern world” makes no sense to me. Instead of moving towards a world we can better understand, our capacity to comprehend even the most basic things around us is increasingly challenged. I mean, nowadays even what you thought was beef turns out to really be horsemeat, for instance. And this is symptomatic of the illusion-based world we live in.

 

The same goes with this pathetic, widespread belief that we are better off today than at any other point in time – according to what or whom, exactly? History books full of constant revisionist attempts, with stories that change as often as every school year ticking by? The telly and its smartly dressed people that look like they must know what they’re talking about? What everyone else around is happy to parrot regardless of what the source may be for that parroting in the first place? All of the above?

Let’s face it. So-called modern life (as currently experienced and witnessed in the 'developed world') is an addiction. Modern life for the most part means easy ways and convenience, and since we’ve spent decades adapting to things that supposedly make our lives easier and more entertaining we’ve become terribly afraid of losing those crutches – for these are mere crutches. This… never-ending need for more comfort, or more ‘things’ in general, this endless obsession with always rising or gaining more in some way, and the incredible fear in which so many of us live of losing what we have, or the comfort we have, is all symptomatic of enslavement disguised as some twisted notion of ‘freedom’. 

 

We would not need means of escapism and therefore such things as ‘entertainment’ (and here I really mean to point at the whole grotesque 'industry' that developed just to entertain us, the mindless sheep) so much if we were content with our lives just as they are. We are in fact brought up, or conditioned, to be unhappy with our condition from the start. There is much to be gained for the fat, corrupt cats that rule on an elite level, because if they can make us believe from a young age that what we have or even what we are is not good enough they can ensure that we grow up to buy into the illusion-based reality pulled before our eyes in which we’ll spend our existence trying to escape a ‘bad’ condition, or our own selves, by using means such as escapism through entertainment and spending/consuming endlessly to fill a falsely created void that was never there to start with but was added in us through years of conditioning since birth.