The Phillip K Dick and George Orwell future we are in. The beauty of fiction to depict the intangible myth of what people cannot openly talk about within their generation to what shapes our world. Those who can have faith in themselves to ignore prejudice and convey through myth the excess surveillance and drug addled future we are in. The ways we are farmed for purpose.
The fact zion was created in 1897 and oracle in 1977. The fact I am not anti-semetic by stating these dates, but see we are in fact a large collective that somehow has balanced the suffering of the jewish community into a modern day prison system as human capital.
So we avoid the demons created in our collective myth from the many mass casualties of history and see the irony of how trauma reers its head in the modern day.
As once a human experience at that level is allowed, it repeats somehow to be processed by us all. A system where we lose identity, become a number. Yet is that the way?
Well we aim for space and new extremities to avoid a processing of pain.
The inner romantic, the final frontier.
New stock for the system.
Instead of facing the extremophiles in our stomach. Listening to our bodies. Planting Styrax or whatever other plants we need for our long term health security. Accepting the physical world as it is. To find means to fund the many ways to slow down the urgency to externalise ourselves from earth.
As once enough intelligence is in space then the entire earth can be treated as a sub! Which in effect is now happening.
Because we always seem to aim for the dependancy instead of self sustain.
The sub-dom, cat-mouse, pimp-whore, pro-con.
Mind-Body
The dualism born into society from Descartes that has rippled into the medical industry itself.
Health is wealth, health is non dualistic.
The complexities of how strength of mind can endure bodily degradation is one of the intangible aspects of our existence.
Mind over matter, knowing the pain is there but not allowing it to guide action.
Visualing anatomy, healing the system with the mind. One knows ones own body more than anyone else, even though our bodies may not be our own at times.
Ones vessel is still ones temple.
Even when at ruins.
Especially when in ruins.
For an appreciation of degradation, sees the how and why. And knowledge is power, a burden but power to make a different choice another day.
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