The massacre is psychological and occurs daily, every day a child goes to school and is alienated and abused, and every day someone goes to work and sacrifices his soul for policy and bureaucracy. The massacre is the doctrine of division and competition that pits man against man, to destroy each other to enhance his own position.
The shooting in Newtown, Connecticut sparked fear and chatter, meaningless chatter about gun laws. Meantime the very foundation of the problem is never examined. The foundation of the problem is your mind, and all movement to fear enhances the problem. Everyone has encouraged killers, the first day they put you in a school to sit quietly and obey and be better than the next one.
The way you despise the homeless and trample on the outcast, the way you admire the competitive and aggressive brute on the school grounds, at the office, and in daily business. And you go on and on indoctrinating everyone you can with your idiotic, destructive tripe.
It's about time you were exposed.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
It's All On You
It seems there are countless controls and influences on the human mind, from the parent to the cop, to the teacher and the boss. Perpetually giving into fear, falling in line, whether it is destructive or constructive, hoping never to be at the mercy of the cruel and bold.
The brain has recorded these influences since infancy, accustomed to the uneasiness and comfort of slavery. Every move is made with approval from another, with consent to conformity, with allowance from society; but never an original move. You are allowed to walk within the parameter set in stone, but not allowed to speak or behave in a true sense. You are a slave. Accept it.
The job must be had, the law even when wrong must be followed, and you must not step out of line.
Down comes the hammer, and in fear you hustle to get along, to belong, traipsing the map for the secure identification which makes thinking easier, though distorted.
No one's going to tell you to break free, because then that would mean they too would have to break free. Misery loves company, and slaves love the slop in their troughs and the stink of the hay loft. Anything but to be alone. Anything but to be free.
Anything.
The brain has recorded these influences since infancy, accustomed to the uneasiness and comfort of slavery. Every move is made with approval from another, with consent to conformity, with allowance from society; but never an original move. You are allowed to walk within the parameter set in stone, but not allowed to speak or behave in a true sense. You are a slave. Accept it.
The job must be had, the law even when wrong must be followed, and you must not step out of line.
Down comes the hammer, and in fear you hustle to get along, to belong, traipsing the map for the secure identification which makes thinking easier, though distorted.
No one's going to tell you to break free, because then that would mean they too would have to break free. Misery loves company, and slaves love the slop in their troughs and the stink of the hay loft. Anything but to be alone. Anything but to be free.
Anything.
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