I understand your notion Andrea. We could be good neighbors, your family & mine; I think more often than not we see a number of things eye-to-eye, etc.
If mass catharsis is where we’re headed, groovy lady, then I get the feeling it’s building up to be a mutha! & I wonder what generation is going to be hammered the most…& for sake of what eventual earthly paradigm? Something…much more apropos to a true state of life & liberty…or just another smoke & mirrored version of same ol’ same ol’ after all is said & done?
I’ve been trying to airbrush a mental picture of what must be going on in the minds of several generations of blue-blood &/or super-rich adults facing each new day with the ability to buy, take, control, do, demand, see, fly, manipulate, survey, walk, talk, or squelch pretty much anything, carte blanche, in the 21st Century. In those wee hours…when a person faces his or her own chi & feels happy or gets very scared, what’s going through the minds of those who have everything…but are programmed to covet more? I think often it is incredible mournful boredom & self loathing for, at least, the less inspired percent. So if these people of ludicrous means can, in fact, go & do & see & command most everything within the minds’ eye, what is left to make them feel real? I get this picture of a powerful sort, lounging in a well-fortified dwelling, with a helicopter pad and a private jet and a driver and several cars, long after the day’s bean-counting & mergers are complete, imagining a world of endless turmoil. Where the hoi-polloi en mass is scratching and clawing just to make even the most basest living without representation, angry masses of sorrowful citizenry with peace out-the-window and hope hanging on by only the merest thread. A world where the individual super-rich must purchase his own private little army in order to fortify her helicopter pad and his armored car and her home and vacation home in Sarasota or Maine or some single family island in the south pacific & weekend home in the Hamptons; and the sense of exhilaration this sort of chaotic and war-torn planet would provide them. The opportunity to feel alive again…and full of meaning…as the conquest for the whole thing in a battle of wits against other like-minded-megalomaniacs & well heeled people of distinction rages on. A veritable game board of excitement and risk and subjugation. I mean, after all is bought and title deeded, what is left for the person who has everything? Peace for all humanity? …Right.
So I thought there may be a worthy discussion in this somewhere, but as Reg said, it may already be a passé notion (…although perhaps still a worthy trek.)
Well……..groovy. So be it. I suppose it was a reach…or a laggard.
I just love the concept of liberty so much that
it pains me to think my son’s sons
won’t know the feeling.
& it is a certain inalienable right, anything less is oppression.
If someone tells you otherwise, don’t ask them to look in on
your house while you’re away on an extended trip…………
Such a pity too, …because there have been societies
(defeated by the better armed) that have had the human
presence of mind & resources…and good spirit to have
known the peace and tranquility of true consideration.
What a pisser to be stuck watching legislators dictate
either SUCH bullshit or SUCH moot & malice personified.
