"Pull down thy vanity, it is not man
Made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place
In scaled invention or true artistry,"
-E.P.
There is nothing good about you, there is nothing evil. You can try for external beauty all you want, but we're all ugly at heart; humans must create the wondrous, out of our crippled and contradictory existence. Bloated with gaseous beliefs that dissipate in the atmosphere, we are born and bred to believe that our world follows a moral process, of right and wrong. That's fiction. Our minds have been making it up for thousands of years. It's so much easier to demarcate the world on moral values and divide people as such. It's so much simpler than facing reality and the inimical, organic process to which it adheres. It's scary to think that the universe doesn't give a shit about you. It's terrifying when broken down, but you learn to understand the fear and awe of being so insignificant in an infinite existence. Seriously think of what it will be like to die without the safety nets of heaven/hell or reincarnation or spirits or what have you. That your life will just go black and you're gone, you will no longer perceive. Such a pure and indifferent process. To my fellow citizens in this day and age, death always has so much empty, moralistic connotation, replete with strange rituals for the corpses and the desperate belief that they're in a "better place". There is absolutely no basis in that. No god gave you a "soul" to return to hIM. You're an electrical charge powering a brain too advanced for the monkey body which houses it. Once you die, that charge is dispersed into the ever-flowing energy fields circling through one end of the universe to another. So in a way, reincarnation could make sense, but not with the religious overtones of karma (which none of you idiots understand; I see people abuse the term constantly). Your energy simply gets redistributed into the same energy powering us all. You're not special, no one is.
It just seems that the world becomes too much for these fellow denizens and they're forced to rest upon a fictional foundation of anachronistic nonsense which holds the hollow ideas of the past in such a bright shining light that, when one gets close and looks it in the face, they see the rotten and empty insides; they're just scraping off decay, and living for it. From this observer's experiences, this is the root cause of hipsterism. And this generation especially is so keen on fulfilling some sort of past aesthetic and self-serving idealism. So much so, the world where the rest of us are living (Hi, over here) becomes indistinct, muddied, a world too vast to come back to, because living in the past is so easy, so boundless in its selective morality and self-gratification. This is not to say the past doesn't offer us anything; quite the contrary. But people nowadays seem to be more focused on past trends rather than ideas that could, I don't know, matter.
Ezra Pound once said, "Literature is news that stays news". But now we live in this strange time and place where information has become so abundantly prevalent, that, by and large, it becomes spurious. There's so much all the time bombarding your brain, and with any information from the past so readily available, good ideas just get washed out with the rising tide of vapid, selfish idealism, culture that promotes entertainment, distraction and "fun" in lieu of profound, lasting art that reverses psychologies, that breaks intellectual chains, the kind that shows us how very small and insignificant we are in this constantly shifting and completely indifferent universe, that there is the greatest beauty in knowing that we are part of the big picture, and not each of us a picture to their self.
(Misanthropy and humanism do not exclude one another. I don't trust, agree with, or really even like most of you, but I understand that we are all in this together, and I'm trying, honest, to bring something more constructive to this world that continual negativity over the largely worthless human race. God I just hate you all so much sometimes, but, regardless of my personal feelings, I know that we must work together, as the much more selfless social creature we evolved into before bullshit like religion, economics, mass agriculture, advertisement, pointless bigotry, pathetic hipsterism, prison-like schools, prisons run by inmates, fake food, products to promote abject laziness, the neuroses of the young over love and sex and all the anxieties transferred to them by their weak, self-centered, ineffectual asshole parents who are more concerned with their personal time and checkbooks to give a shit that the generation they're raising will one day run things, and all the elders will be dead by then, so no harm no fail; the outcome looks to be quite precarious; I'm sleeping less, but it doesn't have to be this way. We are capable of so much more, and superior things as well. The process of achieving that in this hyper-fattened world, though, will be grisly to say the least.)
"This is your target, people. Aim well." - Scott Levy
