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This place is driven and powered by those that seek to perpetuate a lie. And it works. A car, a house, the illusion of power, the illusion of grandeur, or anything else, they all trade in this currency.

All the while it remains.

Like the laws that make a superficial sense bind us to this place with their… their… consequence.

And in the same stroke it becomes sickening.

            Listening to the same, worn old professor speak of any sort of revolution that they have no intention of participating in. Talking of a PhD in philosophy, where they should understand that their knowledge lies in the depths of the history of such things, or the ability to research, or some other element wherein they fulfill some kind of esoteric task that ultimately are dubbed ‘an expert.’ Because no matter how much they would like to think that they are one in the same: ‘saying’ and ‘doing’ are different things. We are taught to praise professors that are published, and yet taught to condemn all graffiti as a crime. But isn’t any tagger just as published as any professor. A dichotomy that is not a hierarchy, there is no hierarchy. The very notion of such hierarchy is so fraudulent it’s sickening in its inhumane implications. Nobody can be given power or prowess. It must be earned, and that earning is a collective agreement in the same way that we agree that the color yellow is  yellow. We collectively agree that something is good, and I feel that when something truly is right it doesn’t need to be said. Once something good exists we should simply allow it to proliferate. Minus the bullshit and the approval, good things are apparent. Yet that apparent value has become lost, hopelessly so.       

            If life was a contest of hierarchy, then why would it exist at all? And yet it does, as obvious and clear examples. Hierarchy is the action of surplus, where only the contest for everything is so apparent; and yet my mind is not at rest with those implications because I am not asking what I am supposed to be and do not seek to impose what that is. I’m not an alpha in the sense that a dominant wolf in a wolf pack is. I’m not an alpha in the sense that I have all the money, or the cars, of the political charisma to make me an alpha. I’m not an alpha in the way that I have twenty children and my line will carry on, nor in the way that I have multiple partners like some expression of sexual prowess. I think that the ideal of a hierarchy is fundamentally flawed and as such an alpha is a self-fulfilling concept that is flawed under that system. The beauty of it lies in the ‘surplus’ element; necessarity. Anything unnecessary can be subjugated by that which makes the rules. Rules themselves being arbitrary and established by that force which can exert downward causation on a system, e.g.; control. The thing that I like so much about those human systems is that they are controlled arbitrarily. That is to say, pretty much anything goes. If you are a nerd, you can become nerdier than your nerdiest friends and as long as they continually participate you remain ‘alpha nerd’. The same is true for any element of human existence as they will all eventually become currencies. All elements of existence are always emergent and perpetuate as a proliferatory entity. In short: what is valuable is always subjective as long as it is valued collectively, but under that same banner many systems can impose currency and enforce it thereby acquiring involuntary participants. Quite literally; slavery.

            Because we exist as human we are exploitable upon those most basic of human desires. A sickening prospect indeed, when weighed against how we treat our captives, our enemies, and our victims. But allow me to clarify; they are not my captives nor my enemies nor my victims. And that is the beauty of it; training. I am trained to express the human condition as a whole that I am participatory in, where by no means whatsoever have I participated in the blitzkrieg of the Netherlands or the arrest of someone so obscure as Julain Assange. I would argue that my captives like me emotionally, my enemies are so inconsequential that they don’t matter, and that my victims are not victims at all but rather anonymous people that should devote their energy more efficiently as to not make themselves targets. This is not the truth though, my enemy is this society, it is this cheap culture that doesn’t seem to care for anything deeper than its own self-image. Ironically, this culture so narcissistically entranced by its own reflection it does not even realize that I am here and has no concept of my existence.  As it seemingly mutates into a delicate self-absorbed flower I wonder if this is the evolution of things taking their course. Strangely, this self-important element of our current society does not hinder its ability to exert downward causation on others. So in essence, it is being a slave to no master. And simultaneously it is going to require an astounding paradigm shift to free those which don’t want to be controlled by that which they have no stake in.

 I have no idea how to do this, and in essence I suppose it means I’m just talking. I like to believe that my actions against this system are meaningful, that my cause is noble, and that my vision is pure. But I also know that that is not the case, I know that I am an adrenaline junkie. I will do things for the sake of the experience, and that anyone with motivations like that cannot be trusted with the concerns and responsibilities of others. I am too volatile to be entrusted with something like armament. I am too kind to control something like money and too self-righteous to guard something like faith. I can cook hotdogs. I can mix cocktails. But I cannot sit and accept the lies that our world has become based on so many years ago as virtue and truth.

I had nothing to do with that which came before me. I can only live in the now, and I’ll be the first to say it. The world that I inhabit totally sucks. I can only assume, the world I am to inherit would be the same, it would be a cruel joke of the most heinous kind to leave my successors to such a fate. Come to action, you subconsciously know the score, you inherently know what needs to be done, and it won’t be the bombing of a federal building in Okalahoma City that is going to bring about change. But at the same time, making use of bicycles will slow the oil industry; not significantly, but if nothing else it can tighten up one’s thighs. It is hard to take power without having power, but it can be done. It is a war without fighting and one that cannot be fought. A war entirely based on bringing people to one’s own side, and there is no black and white dichotomy, only the various sides that we all pick with their ever changing fronts. We can never enforce and have freedom.