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27 August 2018
04 February 2013
few options remain
A man encourages his friends to purge their lives of sadness and hatred, but despite his best efforts, little positive change occurs. For his troubles, he is badmouthed and tattled on, ridiculed and mocked. He realizes his mistake and tries to keep his mouth shut, but it is too late – he stops voicing his opinion but gets yelled at for raising his eyebrows in what is seen as a rude and derogatory fashion. Keeping the area around his eyes as neutral as possible, he tries to free his mind of the hatred boiling around him by breathing out the stress, anger, and malcontentedness he hears spewing from his quasi-adoptive family. Its mother yells at him only occasionally, but, in her anger, she reveals that she has been keeping track of his every transgression, repeating them to herself over and over until they erupt as violent and uncontrollable rage.
It has reached the point where his breathing insults the matriarch – she just recently accused him of belittling her by exhaling disdainfully while she was listing her mother's past failures and speaking poorly about her supposedly best friend. If he tries to ignore the woman's negativity and not listen to the sadnesses she repeats, she yells at him for not listening to her and scolds him for ignoring everything she says. He has been backed into a corner; few options remain. If he keeps spending time with them, he shall have to be very careful of the way he speaks, looks, and breathes, lest someone take affront to his actions. If he continues coming around, he shall have to choose between sitting stone-faced and mute with neutral body-language and a mind free of both attachment and aversion or grinning with abject glee at everything that is said and shouting approvingly at even the slightest move, nod, glance, smile, and blink.
He prefers neither option: he shall simply stay away and stop hanging with the family in question; he would rather spend his life in quiet and honest solitude than in loud company that simmers with anguished self-deception. If one lives life enslaved to the demands of the ego, if one cannot evaluate oneself honestly at regular intervals, if one prefers the stupor of ignorance to the clarity that humility affords, then one will have a hard time adapting to the changing realities of life, preferring holding on to letting go, closing off to throwing open, shedding tears of rage to those of joy. At some point, one must weigh the benefits of human interaction against those of solitude, and if the stress and sadness that comes from hanging out with certain people is greater than the joy and contentedness their presence affords, one stays away. The main lesson the author has learned is that no matter what he says or how hard he tries, he cannot save other people from their own egos, change the way they interpret life events, or influence them in a positive manner. He heard a saying recently, one that has stuck with him: If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room. It is time to find a new room.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
It has reached the point where his breathing insults the matriarch – she just recently accused him of belittling her by exhaling disdainfully while she was listing her mother's past failures and speaking poorly about her supposedly best friend. If he tries to ignore the woman's negativity and not listen to the sadnesses she repeats, she yells at him for not listening to her and scolds him for ignoring everything she says. He has been backed into a corner; few options remain. If he keeps spending time with them, he shall have to be very careful of the way he speaks, looks, and breathes, lest someone take affront to his actions. If he continues coming around, he shall have to choose between sitting stone-faced and mute with neutral body-language and a mind free of both attachment and aversion or grinning with abject glee at everything that is said and shouting approvingly at even the slightest move, nod, glance, smile, and blink.
He prefers neither option: he shall simply stay away and stop hanging with the family in question; he would rather spend his life in quiet and honest solitude than in loud company that simmers with anguished self-deception. If one lives life enslaved to the demands of the ego, if one cannot evaluate oneself honestly at regular intervals, if one prefers the stupor of ignorance to the clarity that humility affords, then one will have a hard time adapting to the changing realities of life, preferring holding on to letting go, closing off to throwing open, shedding tears of rage to those of joy. At some point, one must weigh the benefits of human interaction against those of solitude, and if the stress and sadness that comes from hanging out with certain people is greater than the joy and contentedness their presence affords, one stays away. The main lesson the author has learned is that no matter what he says or how hard he tries, he cannot save other people from their own egos, change the way they interpret life events, or influence them in a positive manner. He heard a saying recently, one that has stuck with him: If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room. It is time to find a new room.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
02 September 2011
on acting like a bitch
The mentality of the average American voter bears certain resemblance to that of a skittish dog rescued from the pound. No matter her physical size or how well she is treated by her adoptive family, the canine will likely never shake the Fear put into her by her abusive former master(s). If when out walking she is spooked, she at times will shake off her leash and bound away at high speed, her face seeming to express an exuberant anxiety. Gracefully eluding all attempts at capture, one of the few options for bringing her back under control is to trick her into entering a vehicle (an action that normally means a trip to the park or some such thing). Once inside the vehicle, she forgets the potential for freedom unbound that lies but a quick tug of the head away, and allows the leash to be bound around her neck once again.
So it is often with voters in this nation, especially with those who were so scared by the events whose ten year anniversary we will soon mark that they sat quietly by, cowed by Fear-driven propaganda into allowing the Patriot Act to pass unopposed, believing of the lies spewing forth from the suck-holes of power-hungry politicians desperate to expand their base, cheering as we joined the short-list of nations guilty of initiating a war of aggression, re-electing a president who forever tarnished America's long and honorable traditions by valuing the paltry benefits of enhanced interrogation over the unalienable and immutable Rights of the individual.
A dog raised to fear is unlikely to shake its burden; an individual provided the opportunity to fear will settle gratefully into the welcoming cocoon that fear provides, forever ignorant of the beautiful savagery inherent to mankind, never doubting the actions or the rhetoric of persons claiming to have all the answers, forever trusting any individual who stokes the fires of that fear and who makes skin-deep promises that evaporate immediately upon re-election.
When the conditions seem right, the voter is likely to break free and to dash about wildly, demanding changes in the status quo through the implementation of untested strategies championed as the solutions to our economic and societal woes, believing with exuberant anxiety in the clever deceptions of the heads shouting on TV, scrambling madly for the first door that promises even the faintest hint of Happiness only to succumb instantly, wild-eyed and out-of-breath, to fear's soothing grip as the shackles of ignorance and repression are calmly reapplied to the cardinal points of the soul.
It is without question easier for the People to accept the oppressions to which they have become accustomed than for us to venture forth, without a backward glance or the slightest hesitation, in search of new Guards for our future Security. Unlike a tortured and skittish bitch, however, once we have broken free of the chains that have held us in check, we have the capacity to maintain that newfound freedom by consuming news from various unrelated sources, by being wary always of the power of propaganda, and by not forgetting for an instant that, as Frank Herbert said best in his book Dune, “Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.”
Fear in itself is a sufferable Evil, but fear employed by the highest powers as a tool for controlling the hearts and minds of the People is an Evil that has ceased to be sufferable. Freed from constriction, the mind is capable of feats far-reaching and grand, while a mind hobbled by perpetual paranoia functions similar to that of a broken, groveling beast who understands only the bite of the lash.
Speak freely. Stay vigilant. Spread liberty.
Ultima Ratio Regum - 場黑麥 John Paul Roggenkamp
So it is often with voters in this nation, especially with those who were so scared by the events whose ten year anniversary we will soon mark that they sat quietly by, cowed by Fear-driven propaganda into allowing the Patriot Act to pass unopposed, believing of the lies spewing forth from the suck-holes of power-hungry politicians desperate to expand their base, cheering as we joined the short-list of nations guilty of initiating a war of aggression, re-electing a president who forever tarnished America's long and honorable traditions by valuing the paltry benefits of enhanced interrogation over the unalienable and immutable Rights of the individual.
A dog raised to fear is unlikely to shake its burden; an individual provided the opportunity to fear will settle gratefully into the welcoming cocoon that fear provides, forever ignorant of the beautiful savagery inherent to mankind, never doubting the actions or the rhetoric of persons claiming to have all the answers, forever trusting any individual who stokes the fires of that fear and who makes skin-deep promises that evaporate immediately upon re-election.
When the conditions seem right, the voter is likely to break free and to dash about wildly, demanding changes in the status quo through the implementation of untested strategies championed as the solutions to our economic and societal woes, believing with exuberant anxiety in the clever deceptions of the heads shouting on TV, scrambling madly for the first door that promises even the faintest hint of Happiness only to succumb instantly, wild-eyed and out-of-breath, to fear's soothing grip as the shackles of ignorance and repression are calmly reapplied to the cardinal points of the soul.
It is without question easier for the People to accept the oppressions to which they have become accustomed than for us to venture forth, without a backward glance or the slightest hesitation, in search of new Guards for our future Security. Unlike a tortured and skittish bitch, however, once we have broken free of the chains that have held us in check, we have the capacity to maintain that newfound freedom by consuming news from various unrelated sources, by being wary always of the power of propaganda, and by not forgetting for an instant that, as Frank Herbert said best in his book Dune, “Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.”
Fear in itself is a sufferable Evil, but fear employed by the highest powers as a tool for controlling the hearts and minds of the People is an Evil that has ceased to be sufferable. Freed from constriction, the mind is capable of feats far-reaching and grand, while a mind hobbled by perpetual paranoia functions similar to that of a broken, groveling beast who understands only the bite of the lash.
Speak freely. Stay vigilant. Spread liberty.
Ultima Ratio Regum - 場黑麥 John Paul Roggenkamp
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