I don’t understand the national worship of music gods, so-called. Some guy, usually, spends maybe a very moderate amount of time writing a song, or 12, over some years and then is looked upon over the years as if he had absorbed the cultural wisdom of the centuries and is now prepared to dispense it.
This is never separated from the public personality, which may be engaging and hold a fascination for those who have never had a life experience involving creative and pleasant personalities who accomplish something beyond the mundane.
But the shit is enshrined. It’s a cultural phenomenon, a social habit, which leads to further icons.
I can understand the perspective, but the reality? Hell, no. It’s the surrendering of will, the bowing down to others who broke into line ahead of you.
What can you look forward to? A lively discussion in regards to the creative disposition within the lives of genius like Beethoven and Shakespeare? The machinations of cut-throat competition in music? That they will suddenly burst into sparkles and illuminate the mysteries? How to fix your plumbing?
No, just another happy distraction from the fact that they’re rich, they did some work, and you’re going back to the Land of Dreary and going to die no smarter than you are 30 years from now.
That’s why there is reported news. It used to be to inform on events and occurrences affecting your life and others. Not to indulge in the bullspray opinion festival of farting intellects… worshipping. Bowing down. Giving themselves up. The masturbatory content of the illusion that you are making a difference.
If you are, you know it; if you were going to you’d be reading, writing, studying.
Ever wonder just how fascinated Orwell was with Henry Miller’s personality? Or anyone’s habits and news of their personal lives? Not. They couldn’t be bothered because they were busy, or not, living.
Happy to meet each other if they did? Maybe.
My bet is that they were too involved with their own lives to care about what others thought they personally were like.
They didn’t advertise, allow themselves to become the sacred cows, the sacrifice of others’ minds and the preoccupation that would allow governmental and others dirty tricks to accumulate to the point of tradition.
Like the news. Sellabrities.
They’re happy to do so now. They don’t care because it means more millions to them. Ever have one ask anything at all significant of a stranger? That would be odd. But it would be odder if they did. To them you’re a potential stalker.
This is who the news talks about, who society as a whole is encouraged to worship (not go a day without).
That is one sick narcissistic society which has these people as icons of behavior and life. Nuts. Even crazier is that it is taken as a given. Or that those people take their opinions seriously enough that they voluntarily give them. That is truly retarded.
In the words of the holy, fuck them.
Recent examples of it are celebrities who were against executing Mumia. To put it in the vernacular, fuck Mumia. I’m happy he’s dust. If I had to do it, I’d have a cake, and noise makers.
This was a guy who shot a cop in the back, then stood over him and gave him another pill or two. The cop was a person, with family, friends. Like you, or me. Like them.
Between worship and executions are the rationales for gods and hitlers. And that can’t either be realized or seen unless it’s considered a problem. Glean an insight by assuming you’re no different in your impulses that are loving, hateful, and twisted… that you’re aware of. You can’t see what you don’t admit.
Who started the first bread line in the Great Depression? Government? The Rothchilds? The Church? None of those respectables? Or a guy who used a bat to bash peoples’ heads in, helped alcoholism, had puppets who murdered. Al Capone. Be aware the motive, don’t object to the good results, just have the knowledge.
And the media worship of guns, drama, psychopathic personalities, along with ignoring dull factual things, and the actual, perpetuates modern slavery.
The so-called backwards past was tied to aspects of religion and culture, as it was. But it was always linked to not only what people might be controlled by, but what they could potentially learn of themselves, their inner lives. Substantial, real.
Now the enlightened future is obsessed with the packaging, seemingly unable to distinguish between real food of the soul, and the gaudy tinsel wrap that leaves a constant need for manufactured renewal and a separating distance from the awareness that it not only isn’t enough, it’s a starvation diet.
It’s not serfdom, the plow, and chains now.
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