Dog-Eat-Dog VS "We Are The World"

The mechanics of deconstructing ingrained behaviors without disrupting established boundaries can prove challenging. The very nature of this examination is predefined by a growing, if not pervasive discomfort with the current status in quo. Yet, this is not a revolution, rather an expansion of ideas and actions that do not necessarily support, and in many cases seek to change, what one has been taught to perceive as normal.

The elation of discovering that things are NOT as they seem is pretty well balanced by the onslaught of energies constantly reinforcing their own agendas. Only by removing negative influences can one truly assess their effect, and possibly have choice over subconscious or even mindless submission.

Once we know truth, we can only ALLOW ourselves to be misled. It is every individual's responsibility to understand how their participation in the world creates whatever positive or negative circumstances they live in. No one needs a cellphone, car, or a computer. One only WANTS these items to properly compete in the game that we're being told is 'reality'. It is only a reality, and not a very enjoyable one for most involved, if you include raw materials, labor, and distribution factors.

One does not need to pursue this thinking extensively before it becomes plain that every desire has a cost. The choice then becomes a matter of degrees insofar as X-level of suffering is acceptable in exchange for X-level of pleasure. Because this transaction's ramifications extend far beyond the perceptions of our silly human flab, it is an exercise in simple misdirection to distract hungry little hippos for one's own ends. Strangely enough, whatever forces wish to use such techniques probably understand the nature of their situation, so it would seem apparent that they would understand the futility of their ambition.

They say "love is blind". I say everything but love is blind.

A perfect thing
Has never been
As I can recall
At best guess
It's an exception
That defines all

"While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home."
William Cowper (1731–1800)