If the crippling sensation of being alone was manifested in flesh and bone as opposed to making its home inside the privacy of most folks dome we’d live in a world filled with ramps that encircled the whole globe as people wheeled their chairs to and fro.
Whats interesting about this though is that the richer in material growth the more people feel alone because in the third world they know, all we’ve got is us and thus community is held close and there we’d see people happily running to and fro. Who knows, maybe they’d idolize the world of ramps and want to go or maybe this shift in modality and expression via new forms would show those who know the ills that plague the globe in ways most pretend not to know, notice or behold.
We are social animals, from this we rose except now with the advent of digitization all we find are thorns as people dig in and document lives they aren’t living – all about the image, my friend, even though that brings no satisfaction within, especially when you beg trying to get all you can get because you lack the strength and Self awareness to place your own crown upon thine head.
These days we are alone, together. People know not their neighbors nor who lives in their street even if they pass by them in a daze thats weak. There is no community and the global village is a farce because it lacks entirely a heart, as you’d expect because its a one and zero thing. A digital approximation of a human being. Avatars, in a sense, expressing lives they wish they could be living at the expense of the one they actually have, right at this instant.
Speak to people, say Hi, they won’t bite and you may discover something. You knows whose to blame in all of this? Supermarkets. They killed community by offering to help you save, walk with me:
Back in the days there were such things as local businesses, usually a one man band which tied together everything as the person behind the desk knew everyone as it was the hub to which people trekked, diligently. He knew if the old lady down the street hadn’t been in for her daily paper and bottle of milk and sent someone to check she was OK which means the world to her as she lived on her own with no kids or family to speak so she felt like someone cares if she’s still in this reality. The streets remained busy and out and about people would meet and speak as they see each other frequently, hobbies and pass-times were kindled and friendships were formed easily as one knew another and it total everyone knew the deal. A rising tide lifts all ships but let me unravel the great commercial deceit and how it leads to the world in which peeps feel more alone than ever even though they have countless “friends”, so to speak:
Supermarkets started as a new endeavor, built out of town where land is cheap so in turn they could buy in bulk and pass the savings on to you, dear reader. At least that was what they said on TV. The truth is they squeezed the suppliers and manufacturers in ways which would make a gangster proud as they knew they had them over a barrel so they could do what they wished as they’d have to take what they were given, no bargaining allowed. They pimped the dairies, the farmers and all industries they dealt with. “We’ll take all you make and pay you in days of ninety, maybe one eighty or when we feel. Maybe we’ll find defects in what you send and accept it all for free. What are you going to do? Nothing because we have a silent monopoly”.
Ever wondered how everyone seems to have the same deals and price fix obviously and yet from the government there isn’t a peep? Thats because they are bought and paid for, a dirty little secret of industry because whores drop their drawers for the piper and its been laid ferociously to these traitors of humanity who sing their own private anthem called me, me, me. Back to the story:
Prices go down, customers come in, profits go up. Rinse and repeat again. Soon there is a shift, no longer on the edge but into town they trek and everywhere else as well like a well oiled machine in which people are trained to slot into a piece and the whole thing runs easily as the centralized office whips off the cream and with it each towns money as it no longer circulates internally. “But, what of the jobs they create?”” I hear you bleat, sure indeed but it comes at a cost in this shady industry as they drive suppliers out in droves and lead to many bleed, often way more than money, as they engage in their tyranny to withhold payments which forces said folks to take loans just to get from A to B and keep the lights on this week. Especially interesting to those who dive deep is the kick backs they seek from the banks they introduce to their suppliers who they treat thusly, quite a nice cottage industry if you’re an all together horrendous being. But back to community:
The man who ran the shop places boards up and says thats me out of this, goodbye as he weeps because he can’t afford to keep lowering his prices to compete and thus the slow trickle that was on the streets now further recedes but an interesting blip occurred a few decades ago when the streets got more savage due to a combination of three things:
Less police on the beat, more people driving to shop once a week and vacant pavements for groups of teens to take over freely. Nature abhors a vacuum and gang culture saw a swift rise but like mosquitos in stagnant water you can’t say they caused the conditions which means there must be a missing piece to the puzzle and now you know what it is because its on us big business feeds and best believe if they give its only to take. Like I said their national anthem is me, me, me and this is a multi-pronged battle against humanity that is fought on so many fronts its dizzying. Economic terrorism presented as good deals is how they crush the little guy beneath big corporate wheels and thus we saw the social fabric become unstitched due to these social vacuums as people changed their habits for shopping.
Not to mention things like that, back then, everything was locally sourced and organic as there simply were no immense supply chains to assist in the profits gained from arbitrage and such things. This is actually quite a silent weapon in the quiet war they wage because, and this is purely conjecture, I’d hazard a guess that humans work better eating food that is grown around them. Why do I think this? Just a guess because one of the most effective remedies for hay fever appears to be locally sourced honey. Seen from this lens we spot interesting patterns in terms of social erosion as well as numerous spikes in health related problems as well as factors like modern foods not being anywhere near as nutrient dense as they were, back when.
Like a war of attrition thats waged via seemingly unrelated tangents when you put together the variables a new image pops in to focus and it links, interestingly, with exactly what we’re seeing as people feel profoundly lonely yet are connected digitally, have way more food and variety to eat but are also becoming fatter as they wheeze and pop a few more pills to mask the symptoms.
Sometimes I wonder if Earth isn’t just this dimensions loony bin and those who incarnate within messed up on their home planets and came here to learn a lesson about how it feels to be surrounded by crazies who think what they’re doing is entirely sane and cogent. The wildest thing is that saying this and sharing your perspective can make people think you’re a schizophrenic who should keep his head covered in tin. Thats another interesting blip, isn’t it? The generation that grew up eating food presented in aluminum had immense doses of soft metals lodged inside their heads as they aged to cause neurological problems. I’m sure thats just a coincidence, right?
That said I’m quite certain that the worst is yet to come in terms of the Trojan Whorez of tech that are hell bent on implanting silicon into your head hence the hint that your handy, dandy assist called Siri is hiding iris in plain sight, as the forthcoming apple of your eye. Time for another bite?
Till we meet again
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