WE WOKE UP?
Everything was fine until we woke up once upon an eternity, from the sleep of primordial unity. Into the dream that wasn’t our dream, or even a true dream. It was a dream of a unmedicated god and the spider-web fantasies of our demented egos. Calcified by whatever brought about childhood’s end. We woke up one day and found ourselves in a world we did not make. Our souls tied to the carcasses of dead mammals. As Yeats wrote: “Claustrophobic in a body that was nothing but a tomb“, and as Plato bemoaned, or more like a prison, as Basilides warned. We woke up as roaches, struggling on our backs in a universe that was but a sewer for the gory waste of Aeons of worship. We woke up drunk, suffering from amnesia and plagued by nightmares, as Jung called gods that had become mortals: us. We woke up in a hellish world, as nothing more than slaves to silver-haired pharaohs and their soulless institutions. Forced us to build pyramids from the rocks of their own greed and intolerance, meant to be the very tombs of our dreams and opportunites. The moral landscape teaming with corporate hob-goblins who gorge our psychic throats with the salt water of material desire that can never be quenched, while Botox Baba Yagas in the skies of shallowness, tossed as pieces of iMeat, riddled with the longing iMaggots of neighbourhood status, social network fame and apple product worship. And they promise we can be free, if we toil harder on the desert sands of yappy wet dreams or socialists orgasms or religious scrabble games. Be good, but feel bad for yourself when no one is watching. You’ll go back to sleep to that primordial unity, be good. Just take this opium of “kardashian consumerism”. Thought atomising reality shows from the shores of Jersey, orthodox news programs with demagogic demigods, compromised romances and fast food faiths. Be good, don’t let them know you feel so bad little roach. What did you dream? It’s all right, we told you what to dream. And they further plugged us into The Matrix.