ID 2030

here’s an idea for a dystopian sci-fi novel based on some of the current trends today:

old billionaire geezers turn to the LAST FRONTIER in an attempt to defy death and elude giving up their ghost. having conquered the economical and power structures globally they set their sights on transcending the mortal coil of the flesh with the aid of technology and science.

they have a vast resource at their disposal to experiment on/with: given that OVERPOPULATION is a pressing issue in their view they feel justified in subjecting citizens of the world to risky gene editing technology via mandatory veccination—with which they intend to hook up the antenna-fitted body to the CLOUD and then merge with AI.

and so experimental jabs are foisted upon the unsuspecting plebs with the help of servile careerist officials groomed into executive positions all over the world. they declare a pandemic that authorizes the first wave of a veccine rollout. and the story begins…

at heart, these delusional old farts regard themselves as misunderstood Beasts (shunned by Beauty for the moment) who are committed to elevate humanity out of the swamp of sweat & tears & blood & pus and are ready to make a sacrifice for that—come hell or high water.

they are doing it for a future that will recognize their contribution as DIVINE intervention…

// the morals of the story being:

Ort Frankfurt am Main / DeutschlandCredit OHNELegende Der Rassenhygeniker und spätere KZ-Arzt Josef Mengele während seiner Zeit am Institut für Erbbiologie und Rassenhygiene in Frankfurt am Main, das von seinem zweiten Doktorvater Otmar Freiherr von Verschuer geleitet wurde. Vgl. ID 5890152, dort mit Credit: Archiv zur Geschichte der Max-Planck-Gesellschaft, Berlin Dahlem. Dort auch die Datierung 1937-1940Fotograf OHNE(A) OHNE

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humans play God at their own (i.e. each other’s) peril.

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any time a person or a group of persons interferes in the affairs of others in order to improve the existential state of affairs of those others: it is ultimately done to serve the interests of the person or group of persons doing the interfering.

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a PARASITE is as a PARASITE does—hell bent on killing itself by eradicating the HOST.

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the “THEY” is, of course, US.

given enough resources and legislative leverage: this is the endgame that almost all of us would aim at—in the current, reigning paradigm of consciousness.

given enough leeway to turn away from the real world and the problems involved—toward indulging our fantasies in the CLOUD 9 online where everything’s possible: this is the conclusion that almost all of us would arrive at.

the “they” are what WE collectively are—in the reigning paradigm of consciousness.

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radical SELF-RELIANCE is the key the unlocks the closed loop of the existential anxiety.

Adding Blue to Red Yields Magenta

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what’s more interesting than the polarization intensifying in the global culture right now is the fact that there seems to be two major types of humans—each with their strengths (virtues) and weaknesses (sins). while some of us lean more toward socialism others of us tend more toward individualism. apparently.

the problem with communism and socialism (as I see it) is that it is based on the dynamics of codependence: wherein the parties are at the mercy of those who become the dominant members of the group; and the problem with individualism is that it is based on the psychology of separation and distrust.

in codependence the parties can abuse each other to the extent they are reliant on one another. in independence the individual is left to their own limited devices and is exposed to the elements.

these are the psycho-energetic poles we are magnetized toward when operating from existential anxiety. we either seek solace in the crowd or in the illusion of control of a self-directed life.

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polarity is not something to be resolved, though. polarity is a creative tension or force that drives development and growth.

in a way we were all waiting for the present stir of events. that’s why it’s here. and all that we can do is embrace for impact.

precisely what we are aching to do.

Attention Quarantined

You become what you agree to attend to.

And your freedom turns on it.

Literally.

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Effort of attention is … the essential phenomenon of will.

William James

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The way Social Media can in effect anti-socialize us and Smart technologies dumb us down is the way that our capacity for discerning attention is under great threat in the Black Hole Glut of the Attention (=Distraction) Economy.

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And it all happens when we have no distinct idea about who we actually are and what we actually stand for.

Absent clarity of intent and intuitive self-reliance we’re bound to forfeit our agency and to defer to what (ever) is being curated for us.

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Free will then is not exempt from causes and conditions but is rather the flexible coordination of attention, intention and emotion in skillful action. That’s what it means to be free from a psychological and phenomenological perspective.

Evan Thompson

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Which reminds me of a profound poem by A. R. Ammons—which arrested my attention the very first time I read it:

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ATTENTION

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Down by the bay I

kept in mind

at once

the tips of all the rushleaves

and so

came to know

balance’s cost and true:

somewhere though in the whole field

is the one

tip

I will someday lose out of mind

and fall through.

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The Candid Are a Little Wild

“Honesty’s on short supply and we subsist on mendacities in times of grave crises. We cannot afford such luxuries as truth or common sense in drastic times.”

Norman Spineles

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they are worse than zombies. they are holier than thouing their willfully blind way through the china shop of your conscience.

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The meek shall inherit the earth.

the hell,

all that the meek can accomplish is be weak

and thus a vehicle for evil.

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it’s only the little wild

who can

open their heart a little wide.

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Remember

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

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and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

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those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

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beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

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but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

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like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

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their finest art

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Charles Bukowski

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People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

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If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

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If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

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The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

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Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

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The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

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People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

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What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

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People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

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Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

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Kent M. Keith

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The ‘New Normal’ is The Same Old News

We’re discouraged from doing more and more of the things that help us evolve while encouraged to do things that keep us psychologically stunted.

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becoming an adult is to arrive at the understanding that you’ll be shamed and punished for your virtues and rewarded and exalted for your sins. that society will not encourage you to be humble and enlightened. on the contrary: it will condition you to perpetuate the ratcheting neuroses and pretense that undergirds it all.

I Meditates /tesserae

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read HERE

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there is clean air and green

undergrowth

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the sound of birds here and

there

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a fly buzzing by a couple of

cars in the

distance a tractor roaring

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the sun dancing in blobby

patches on my upper body

light breeze whispering

through leaves in the trees

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the shadow of leaves

on my yellow T minuscule

green bugs

on my arms bugs a-whirl

under the leafage

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a dog’s barking insects in

the grass

pigeon cooing

a plane droning overhead

in the sky—

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the texture feels balming

and silky—

like silk shirt rippling on

the fine dough of my body

in the early summer oven

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oh yeah!

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I am the son of the sun.

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when you sit down to meditate: ask yourself directly what you are expecting from doing it. where do you expect to arrive at. what psychological state are you in fact chasing. what are you actually after?

for me: it is basically a sense of feeling OK. a sense of being right there where I belong. a sense of being grounded in the given moment and place. among the people who matter to me and the people to whom I matter. where I feel satisfied with where and what and how I am. where everything’s in its place. where I feel integral to a whole.

or basically a sense of having a clear conscience. a sense of being responsible for myself and for my life. that I am not a burden on anyone. that I am not an imposition. on the contrary: that my presence adds something of value to the people and the world around me. that I am conducive to the well-being of the world around me. that my contribution matters. that my talents are relevant.

yes.

I expect to be relieved of the pressure of feeling guilty for who I am. I expect to be guilt- and shame-free. I expect to feel that my existence is of use and of value and that I am a PLUS rather than a MINUS (i.e. a useless hunk of mushy flesh—a waste of precious resources).

that’s basically what I expect to feel.

and then: I allow myself the feeling.

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nowadays the attitude of enjoying quietude is a rather neglected aptitude.

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each moment you can choose between opening up—or contracting around a trickle and shallow treat of yet another distraction.

the more you choose the latter: the less you’ll feel alive and well.

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the heavy flapping of pigeon wings wrinkles up the smooth fabric of quietude.

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the whimper of a lawn mower

a mile away

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a car’s door slamming shut

the engine revving up

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a neighbor sweeping their

backyard

a couple houses down the

street

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a black ant reconnoitering

on my left knee

green apple snug on

the wet sand in front of me

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a cockchafer riding the air

like chopper

the train at the edge of the

town passing by

in the direction of the capital

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when a sliver of a childhood feeling pierces me. the richness of it overwhelms me. to such an extent that it feels too much to take. without breaking down into sobbing. how simple it was. and how free of the mind. of the demands of the ego.

it was so pure and so simple.

so natural.

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the clouds morph into sky. the apple rots on the ground. there is coming and going. and a restless madness in between.

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what a cruel joke is this. we learn how to properly live only in retrospect. we realize what matters only after it’s gone. we find true joy in the finality of our sadness.

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being honest with yourself is difficult: precisely to the extent that you refrain from being bored—sitting in silence meditating on stuff by putting questions to yourself and inquiring—on a regular basis.

because the less you work out your honesty-muscle the more atrophied it gets.

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the sun’s sons we are.

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there’s church bell tolling and a

pig groaning

in a sty nearby (must be big from

the sound of it)

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and the sound of the pen on the

paper I am holding

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mosquito fixing to start drilling

near my ankle on my left leg

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there is constant stirring.

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stillness indeed is a shifty business.

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Thoreau on the Lockdown

to obey or not to obey. that is the question.

for one: take Henry David Thoreau’s definitive take on the issue:

THEY ONLY CAN FORCE ME WHO OBEY A HIGHER LAW THAN I.

now there’s a great sentence. there’s a great sentiment.

truly. one needs not say more.

authorities mandating masks and social distancing and all sorts of lockdown measures (god forbid: vaccination)—based on spurious statistics and fear-mongering sensationalist narratives—all but activate the dormant gene of civil disobedience in anyone with a functioning conscience.

why?

because them solemn sullen suited goons’re more opportunistic than caring. because they prioritize ‘insurance’ over ‘faith.’ because their law’s ultimately avoiding conflict (besides conflicts of interest) rather than seeking the truth.

but like I said: one needs not say more.

THERE ARE NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE PATRONS OF VIRTUE TO ONE VIRTUOUS MAN.

literally.