I have the will of not doing anything. Dullness. Blast. Stuffy.
I don’t know if have that option anymore.
Life has turned upside-down. And we appear to have been randosem by nasty cynical psychopaths. People somehow back those asswholes up. And now this.
The world has turned to violence. And we’ve been fed the lies to hate the other. They have trolled the system and humankind has lost its kindness.
No clear thoughts as to where to go. We pretend to be working or minding our own business, when the world is suddenly crumbling. And they think they know the answer. Without empathy and humanity. They are all in on war.
Literally 1984, and all the other distopias are happening. They were already there, and we have been warned long ago. And yet that’s been the map for some. And gray people have conquered the minds of humans hooked to the algorithms that leave them anxiously clicking every shiny bait placed explicitly there to exploit their fragile self. Click. And we go through the rabbit’s hole. The loop is on.
Where is the alternative?
That’s the thing. We have no alternative unless we rise up as one. As üs. In a totally antagonist way. As the world is crumbling we can’t just let it be. We need to make a stand. And do it gracefully. Away from the violent trait that’s infected the souls of those who laugh and clap at the perpetrators of this dismantling of Earth.
Let this be a cry for a sudden stop. A turnover. Coast to coast. We need to swing back the other way. At the antipodes of what’s been already tried before. The rise of unscrupulous war-men. Anti-intellectuals going at it once again for sake of those two things: power and money. Whichever way available.
For some of us that’s not even close to it. But it’s a spirit that has been conquered by the antagonist setup in our brain. We have two hemispheres, and quite opposites structures, from the unity of the self, in the lowest minimal structure of the molecular world; and at the opposite end, the global interconnected metastructure of the particular multiverse we observe, and therfore mark as real, in bigger dimention that somehow breaths and behaves as unreachable community of outermost beauty we are part of, as ünö: üs.