BurnedOut
Beloved Antichrist
Behold the phase of hyperreality. Yes it is an actual term.
1. The society dictates the form of reality ? Agreed ? No ?
2. Everybody is sentient. Agreed ? No ?
3. If you are sentient then you have a buffer against unwanted and coerced beliefs ? No ?
4. But the phase of hyperreality is make us distrustful and ignorant. But ignorant breeds implicit acceptance on a scale that is unprecendented. Individualism ?
Fuck all these questions.
I just have one of my own.
Why is it that every new idea which has a tinge of optimism or idealism shot down so fervently only in this era ? While we like to indulge in the nostalgia of the past which talked about the idyllic or distraught future with such swerve that it causes a gush of emotions in us, it is increasingly evident that nostalgia is slowly turning into a sole defence against widespread disbelief. And even nostalgia is at a risk of being commodified. Once it is commodified, the narratives will only be that of pleasure and happy times but nostalgia is nostalgia because it is a color pallete containing all the shades and not simply one colour.
It is commonplace to find adults telling their counterparts to just accept life, to overlook that problem, the ignore this quibble. They seem to be engaging in some of kind reductionist argumentation to deem every problem as insignificant and 'fact of life' and ironically turn grumpier and more sullen with each passing generation. They know that these songs of acceptance are ultimately impossible to sing while staying sound and so they tune out the sentience.
'Oh, that's so normal...', you may say but I feel this is the most reviled phenomenon of social proofing in action. It only takes one bad event and one propagandist and one dejected person to start a chain reaction of dulling the world with the infectious idea of arrival of inevitable oppression and then put it into action by sloganning about individualism, forcing everyone of us to plunge into the void by thinking and less of less of our innate significance and more and more about our purported insignificance. And then we have parades of consumerist movements to bask us with warmth by articles and gadgets. It is similar to buying furniture to fill an empty house than bring another person along. Perhaps the person will covet, then steal ? Perhaps he would attempt to beguile us into surrendering our artifacts and take away the last shreds of attachment ?
No, I don't want to say that giving in is inevitable. It is an idea, it is an infectious idea with a singular payoff of living a life unfettered. Ain't got nothing to lose when you don't got anything priceless, maybe, maybe. Maybe your and my abusive relationship with people and friend sustaining on dopamine is going to kill us one day (on the inside). Maybe they won't. They definitely would not if we start opening, start empathizing. The posited omen of technological determinism will never arrive if you and I still hold hands and walk into the dawn at every dusk and look into each other's eyes with shameless yet comfortable vulnerability.
Maybe, maybe.
Now I am planning to use this website to maintain my idealistic musings. Maybe i will read all this when i am despaired ten years from today and feel warm. But nostalgia will all I have, no matter how comforting !
1. The society dictates the form of reality ? Agreed ? No ?
2. Everybody is sentient. Agreed ? No ?
3. If you are sentient then you have a buffer against unwanted and coerced beliefs ? No ?
4. But the phase of hyperreality is make us distrustful and ignorant. But ignorant breeds implicit acceptance on a scale that is unprecendented. Individualism ?
Fuck all these questions.
I just have one of my own.
Why is it that every new idea which has a tinge of optimism or idealism shot down so fervently only in this era ? While we like to indulge in the nostalgia of the past which talked about the idyllic or distraught future with such swerve that it causes a gush of emotions in us, it is increasingly evident that nostalgia is slowly turning into a sole defence against widespread disbelief. And even nostalgia is at a risk of being commodified. Once it is commodified, the narratives will only be that of pleasure and happy times but nostalgia is nostalgia because it is a color pallete containing all the shades and not simply one colour.
It is commonplace to find adults telling their counterparts to just accept life, to overlook that problem, the ignore this quibble. They seem to be engaging in some of kind reductionist argumentation to deem every problem as insignificant and 'fact of life' and ironically turn grumpier and more sullen with each passing generation. They know that these songs of acceptance are ultimately impossible to sing while staying sound and so they tune out the sentience.
'Oh, that's so normal...', you may say but I feel this is the most reviled phenomenon of social proofing in action. It only takes one bad event and one propagandist and one dejected person to start a chain reaction of dulling the world with the infectious idea of arrival of inevitable oppression and then put it into action by sloganning about individualism, forcing everyone of us to plunge into the void by thinking and less of less of our innate significance and more and more about our purported insignificance. And then we have parades of consumerist movements to bask us with warmth by articles and gadgets. It is similar to buying furniture to fill an empty house than bring another person along. Perhaps the person will covet, then steal ? Perhaps he would attempt to beguile us into surrendering our artifacts and take away the last shreds of attachment ?
No, I don't want to say that giving in is inevitable. It is an idea, it is an infectious idea with a singular payoff of living a life unfettered. Ain't got nothing to lose when you don't got anything priceless, maybe, maybe. Maybe your and my abusive relationship with people and friend sustaining on dopamine is going to kill us one day (on the inside). Maybe they won't. They definitely would not if we start opening, start empathizing. The posited omen of technological determinism will never arrive if you and I still hold hands and walk into the dawn at every dusk and look into each other's eyes with shameless yet comfortable vulnerability.
Maybe, maybe.
Now I am planning to use this website to maintain my idealistic musings. Maybe i will read all this when i am despaired ten years from today and feel warm. But nostalgia will all I have, no matter how comforting !