For a man’s possibilities, plans, and feel-
ings must first be hedged in by prejudices, traditions, obstacles, and
barriers of all sorts, like a lunatic in his straitjacket, and only then can
whatever he is capable of doing have perhaps some value, substance,
and staying power.
(I though I could use texts from my old blog as well, I find them worth preserving as I’d abandoned the other blog a long time age. This one is from Nobember 6, 2011. PS: try twitter: https://twitter.com/slothrop89)
Now we have break-time stories, bad-time ornaments. Simply an entertainment. We are having fun reading, isn’t it great? Of course on personal level they still have influence. Hell, they change lives occasionally. They are though-provoking more than anything else we can touch and tasate. But…
But you may or may not know, once there were Books.
<read on ->
Men are hirelings. For each one who acts like a master,
there are others who are bursting with conceit. And the
ones who don’t kowtow to anything are in jail or underground.
Jail and death for some people means bootlicking
for all the rest . . .
Quality should be attributed
to men, not to things ; and human quality is raised and refined to
the extent that man can satisfy a greater number of needs and thus
make himself independent of them.
People in free societies don’t have to fear the pathology of the state. We create our own frenzy,
our own mass convulsions, driven by thinking machines that we have no final authority over. The
frenzy is barely noticeable most of the time. It’s simply how we live.
Power to the people, we don’t want it, we want pleasure
And the TV’s try to rape us and I guess that they’re succeeding
And we’re going to these meetings but we’re not doing any meeting
And we’re trying to be faithful but we’re cheating, cheating, cheating
You see, control can never be a means to any practical end… it can never be a means to anything but more control… Like junk…