A Self Deception Gone Awry

 

Okahiri Tadaima! Okahiri Tadaima !! - Typhoon Club

 
 
I used to ask myself Would you rather travel  and live a traveler’s life or get a sequesterence going? Oh so you are now a writer !
What gives aren’t you deceiving yourself won’t you hawk down and do the work like your father before you and follow the tow even if you know it leads nowhere.
Join the bandwagon, practice and master your frown, regurgitate the same hypnopaedia about electricity, traffic and the price of fuel. Laugh maniacally and sneer in jest at talk of hard times and suffering with the surety of a retiree.A retiree of toil, without the and don’t trivialize this “the time” and sense to really ask if It is really wort it, or even necessary
Couldn’t we detach from the whirl that have blown us hard into is whirlwind of folly and stop and think do I really need this much, and in our pause find the clash and tumble pf the so called elusive resource we claim not to have at the doorstep of our discounting, reel in the salve and finding a leisure beside, could it be so hard or are we really just afraid of exclusion and ostracization , a what will they think of me , if we could hang both our singlets on 0ur left shoulders and lament the days’ toil together, You don’t know anything you don’t know the sweet smell of sweat in the evening, Thinking what shame would hound me if I just stopped and watch the world turn.
The Buddha basically said there is no one among them and all is magically conjured in that there no self that act, everyone you know is a process of diffused and concentrated air of contrived desires and angst. Cometh the man, cometh the hour and the person is a jar of smoke, a little now, too much the next. So where would we place the anchor of lucidity that baulk the decision made in the past or to be made in the future if the man is ever becoming. What folly, said smoke seems to want to choke out, not even evaluating itself as the fickle that soon fizzles out, A self deception gone awry. Ask yourself today Which ideas will take hold, whose is it? And where have they come from and what damnation lay at their wake?. For everything? yes for everything even grocery shopping.
 
The biggest mistake was to school in the first place, it only prepares you for servility and ignorant mimeticism and mediocrity  Never conscript your child to the madness; buy land or invest the would be money for them making them rich. Allowing them to do what they really want to do with their life with the money you should have spent on a worthless education. A quite retarding, demeaning, indoctrinating and servile education with a certificate that only accredits a pompous and glorified servility.
We are all saying the same thing, soon there will be a memory card that contain all of knowledge transmitted to every child in the future, bringing us fast to our collective precipices; together into oblivion, for now it’s all still a conversation an unavoidable conflict of progress.
The educated young adult ought to set the foundation for the ones to come, but in Africa it isn’t so, The entire life is a swivel from charged up religious hypocrisy to mediocre and noisy festivities, noise and restlessness, no reflection.
 
 Without education there can be no progress, we need education that nudges towards beauty in life of purity. A didactic precipice of one who knows the futility of his life, the greater good might end up being a conversation of playlist for this new inundated homo deus,
 
the general wealth of people make the filtration of people into friends quite tough The double edge sword of liberation is liberation brings you who are first in the cold, with the slow Just like the internet the place is the enemy the only way out. We have to thank technology and the struggle of our parent s for the melioration and high ground we now possess, but the foundation can’t keep building a block to the tower of babel, eventually we must accept technology and roof this goddamn house and find some sleep in it’s shade.
We have built enough, Won’t it crumble not if the child is sated with the surfeit of art, quiet, a gentle job and security it won’t, Plus, we will be long gone what do we care?. So please can we move on, We have received the redundancy of their routine genetically the least we can do is usher in a new way of life, rather than militarized routine.
Focus on new way of dong things and not hurt, invest in sport and the art, reduce the population and read more, If the trees outgrow us and the rivers return we would all eat and fish for free.
Protestantism labour discipline have always been a clash between economic prosperity and that very leisure and time to be human beings, Those who fell for the scam of progress now serve sabotage as truth and kill all ambitions at every turn.
 
What we have is a very desensitization generation searching for  euphoric conversation at all times, deadened mind and a squinted humanity What we have as human in today’s world is a internet hermaphrodite content sated, suicidal proximal masking as depraved narcissism, Apophatic accelerated Homo deus.
Weekend weed, alcohol and repression, ids, Money crazed, pain killer functioning, gangbang porn, emptiness and vulnerability transmuted into skewed strong sense of justices and martyr complexes  A highhanded nous, force fed and imitated nostalgia for sapiosexualism, political correctness and virtue signaling as conscience play; Nothing is ever simple or clear cut every act is a confrontation of the soul. Some play for longer, the real winners are those who know it's futility and halt at the beginning,losing honorably. To say that which is pure is old and overplayed on the internet they must brag this new found mien as the way of life. But they are in a desert, there’s and quiet spacious and eventually bland. If even Jesus eventually had to leave the desert after 40 days, the real work is in the murk, with us.
 
How the body keeps up with all of the emotions is a wonder, but like every pipe it must have a leeway, we must play like children, run around the room and be the crazy once in a while letting the madness fly and really feel free.
One of the reasons, I like Japanese cinema is how playful it is, they act like children as the homogeneity of their society affords them that safe place and oneness,far from ego and the pomposity common in others. For what is indeed going on, if not noise and smoke, which might  gather strong but still scatters. Nothing is here, by renouncing I become a god, they ask what do I actually want? I tell them none of this world everything in samsara is created by its longing. We ought to find ourselves and metamorphose to our own kind of butterfly,Contact reality however means they imbibe, imitate an ethos and morph into sad fire-hoses and unhappy, imbued with a bask further baked with a certificate, They soon forget how to play, they forget how to live.
 
The Buddha rejected the gifts. On this road to remembrance you will be goaded with gift, reject them for you are mightier than they are. For even the gods want to toy with us, detach and renounce their games. It’s rather like being at the sea bed in repose, looking at the currents of the water; all dharmas are empty. To be condition to actions and world is like being swept in a current which eventually lead off cliff Since their no psyche in action, all that moves is just the wind, the spiral and dharma in action. Be calm nothing is worth your haste.
 
We in Africa are embroiled in a self deception gone awry, we forgotten that we are brothers  and just sperms years back, we attained via colonialism a contrived ego that set us apart make us lonely and kill us slow.reifying each other orthodoxy in an ouroborous.  A self deception gone awry. Kill that ego and be at peace with all, it too was also so contrived, don’t take yourself serious, In this world were we eventually forget. Your fight in a life of your choosing would be to reclaim your sense of humor, To be light and playful. Oh Look what I suffered, you are only eroding your enamels with bruxism, Your ideal will teach the discipline of your suffering as a model for making a man, in today’s world of surfeit men like that are regarded as demons, but love is the play that needs no teaching, that kind of self deception seems moribund in a world made small via technology. The world have move up, we should too.
 
 
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