Mission: to argue that civilization steers resources away from the unorthodox, assuring its bias, its mortality, by blinding itself to the actual range of possibilities
Any state of existence may impose conditions: how can a star exist until a universe has matured enough for matter to form? How can sentience develop until a biosphere has already evolved a rich complexity of non-sentient life?
And in the universe of sentience, you can’t go to Harvard until a Harvard exists for you to go to: and you don’t need to go to it until it’s already existed long enough to establish a track record. …
There’s no point in objecting to games having rules. You don’t have to play chess; but if you play chess, then you need to know how to use the king, how the pawn moves, how the knight …
An individual meets conditions: an individual must find resources, find shelter, food … a mate: then a group. The group will than have it’s own conditions: can team work develop? are you good for the team? If most Yankees are six foot, and you’re seven foot (or five foot), how good a team member will you be?
Civilization is the result of this society and that society fostering the survival of enough individuals for form cities: to store abundance, to permit leisure …
I’m for civilization to the extent that civilization fosters leisure; I’m against civilization in every case where it, the civilization, decides what my needs are without consulting me. I want leisure to make my own choices, not have leisure imposed on my by a group of priests, or bureaucrats, or teachers, or prostitutes … telling me what I must do with my leisure. The prescription is always to serve them: the priesthood, the whore house, the Congress. It’s worst where, most ironic: that is, where your absence of choice is masked as “democracy.”
I would like one political representative that I’ve ever had to show me one thing I’ve written or said that he understands. I want him to show it before God! with me allowed to also speak! What modern democracy could survive such conditions?
We’re a captive passive helpless audience so hexed that we call everything by the false names of the mislabelers: all for the sake of obscene wealth and corrosive leisure for the alpha-civilized.
I don’t want the right to chose between Ford and Chevy; I want to be able to walk or bike or drive … or try to fly. I want to drive, sure; but not if driving means that there a roads blocking every place I might want to go. In NY I can taxi to the airport and fly to Miami, but I can’t walk to the Hudson with a cane pole: not without getting arrested: if I don’t get run over.
Humans chose. Humans made the wrong choices, thousands of years ago.
It’s like the theology of John Milton: you have Free Will, until you make the wrong choice: after that, you’re the damned, you’re a junkie, an addict: there’s no such thing as freedom.
Only the saved are free.
I’m not free. I tried to be free, I tried to offer you freedom too. But you would have had to cooperate: with the saviors, instead of with the war mongers.