Thread: On fame, hope and freedom.

WARNING - Language

A spectre is haunting our lives - the spectre of freedom.

Many times I have witnessed the communication and articulation of a persons opinion begin with six simple words; "If I were free to do..."

The sad and unparalleled truth is, you will never be free. Freedom is just an illusion perpetuated by the free market of the combined economies that drives your country, my country and almost every country on this planet. You are slaving on the hope that it is actually possible to reach levels of social grandeur that is pumped into your senses and consciousness every second of the day.

But it is not reality.

It is not possible for you to be priviledged or powerful, there is no hope for such a vision. Not only is there no hope, but there is no goal. You are the spider in the glass, among a row of several billion glasses. You can see through the glass, see the ambition that you have painted for yourself, see what you want; physical - wealth; social standing, power or priviledge - a job, respect from peers, relationships; anything, but you wont ever reach it, because it isnt designed for you to reach it. You will slide and push against the glass from now, until the end of your days.

I dont write under the delusion that is a malicious group or lone inventor of social systems, some being who has ever-reaching arms, tirelessly watching eyes and all the tools to manipulate and destroy at a whim. No. It's just an unfortunate consequence of the our social development, the industrial revolution for example, and several other key factors, that has been driven forward by a need for greed; a cancer in the powerful, rabid and unrelenting.

No, indeed, you will be stuck in your hole for the rest of your life along with everyone else you know, even me, because your individual liberty, your freedom and your ambitions do not matter, to anyone outside of your sphere of relationships. It is not necessary for you to achieve anything, it is only necessary for you to be content with the unreachable goal, to be unaware of the folly of your futile efforts.

When you see a movie, a book or a comic, a tv show or grafitti, that depicts the faceless business man, the corporate blackness that you should be turning into your enemy. Those illustrations are correct in their entirety, they are true, and they are made by the people you should welcome with open arms. They are right because in our society, there is an increasing power associated with multi-national corporations, such as the IMF or the WTO. The IMF for example loans Romania $13.9 billion. Do you think that is for free? Good-will? Or do you think there are endless stipulations and a gross imbalance in economic practises? I hope the latter. Globalization is the name of the game, but not globalization in the sense that you may be thinking of.

NEOLIBERALISM

The lessened power of the state on the free market. More money funded into the private sector. No sanctions or restrictions on those companies and the list goes on. It only increases the grip and hold on you, the consumer.

We are the ants, but we are not on our hill. We are far down below in the thorned folliage, carrying a nameless object many times our own weight for the benefit of others, unseen, on OUR hill. From our insect perspective, we dont see the strings or the goals, we only see what they choose to let us see. We see the mirage, the neverending strife, the grand-advertisement of freedom and hope. We are the expendables. Your life is not sacred, because it is shared by billions of other people. Your life is not your own, because you have no freedom, because the state can and will overthrow what little real civil liberties you actually have should they see fit.

But it isnt necessary, because you, and I, are stuck in the cycle of phantom freedoms.

We should be peering through the looking glass, my friends. What we should see is ourselves, standing on a log in the lake of eternity. What we should see is our dispensable self being flicked off the log and being replaced by someone even more raught with apathy.

And what happens to us?

We spiral. We spiral, swoop and plummet through eternity, under the undergrowth into the underdark, where there is nothing but infinity. There is nothing before your eyes but a pure black hole and static. All your senses are enveloped into the surrounding darkness. You cant turn away from the hole, the perfect all consuming nothingness, because that is where you are slowly being vaccuumed. It is your destination.

Death.

Death is the absolute, and the only conclusion.

Death without any legitimate real chance at what you should have been inherently born with:

Life.