Denial
Saturday, 27th March 2010Posted under: life ,
Denial, let me tell you about denial. For four months I have neglected my responsibilities to entertain you with the foggy ramblings of my inner discourse. Why? A sign I read outside a church in Ballarat the other day sums it up.... “If there is no god, life is meaningless”. My life is meaningless. Or more to the point, it is pointless. What is it that drives me to such a morose godless conclusion?...It is not the fact that our economic principles of endless growth, population and economic, are fundamentally illogical.... or that even a six year old can understand the flawed concept of endless growth in a finite environment but our political leaders can’t.... nor is it the insanity of a financial system where the creation of money is ultimately controlled not by our governments but through private banks.... nor is it the fact that through the fractional reserve system my $100 deposit can be metamorphosed by the banking system into $1000 worth of debt, no it is not this..... nor is it the horrifying reality that all debt needs to be paid back through increases in economic activity... which ultimately comes at a cost to the environment..... it is not the direct relationship between wealth, our carbon footprint and environmental degradation.... neither is it this bizarre and utterly indefensible notion that we are entitled to accumulate as much wealth as we are prepared to work for...... or the neurotic need to accumulate material things... nor is it the insipid herd mentality of the unconscious masses..... it is not even the sad reality that you, dear reader, after reading this will not even ponder the possibility that the philosophical constructs which guide your participation in society, are faulty and need serious reassessment....it is not even the fact that as you read this you, yes you, will predictably justify your inaction with the self fulfilling belief in your impotence to affect any change.... and yet... you are prepared to act in the belief you can manipulate your destiny by investing your financial resources so you can build your wealth.......it is not this hypocrisy that irks me ...my affliction has much more sinister roots, it is indeed the most pathetic of all.... I actually believe that as a humble artist, in the face of this titanic avalanche of inertia, I can make a difference.
This is denial.
Indeed it has me rolling on the floor as well. So wipe away those tears of laughter and let me conclude that salvation will never come from a single entity, a saviour, or a hero. Even if God were to appear before the grovelling masses on this overcrowded little planet and offer a path to its restitution, it would still require your own choice to agree to follow, you and all those around you. Most of you wait, hoping that such an intervention will relieve you of your obligation to act, because the niggling realisation that the essence of real change lies within the constructs of your own psyche scares the fuck out of you. Embedded and manifest in the now global socio-political philosophy of individualism, the only path towards a globally secure future is one of personal choice.... the irony is that everybody needs to make the same decision at the same time..... welcome to the ultimate contradiction......
So where does that leave denial?.... do you care?... What does it mean that a man pursues a dream he knows he can never realise? After all, the world is full of fools. So let me whisper ever so softly in your ear that..... I know you have no idea what I am talking about.
So revel in your denial, for I have cobbled together a chill out trance track to distract you from these uncomfortable accusations. Especially formulated to wrap you up in a soft gentle ambience, penetrate your lethargy and dissolve your guilt like a fart in a hurricane......
kaycee
pphfffff. i like the track - just the speed for soothing late night angst as i contemplate the dark and light within in order to see them more clearly without. it reassures me that words still do not fail you - they sear and burn with the insight of one lost into a rapture of self imposed agony. keep the [lack of?] faith my friend