I had a conversation with my woke-ish progressive daughter not long ago that we are still living in the Middle Ages, in fact long before. That time and progress have made no real difference to our inner most thoughts and actions. We still deal with the same issues of power politics, suppression of dissent, political assassinations, inter-family vendettas, murder, genocide - just with more tech and the ability to commit mass murder more efficiently and at scale.
She lives in a small bubble of a safe and friendly community, husband, child, two dogs, mortgage, car, holidays, yoga. 'But what do we do about the far right???' she opines fretfully? There is no far right, I tell her, not by the media definition. 'But what about the Nazis?' That's short for the National Socialist Workers Party. 'Oh.'
But none of this matters in the bubble of conformity and community and being Good Citizens. It's all about the weather and what's for dinner and shopping and Look how the prices have gone up! and let's plan another skiing trip. Their view of life and the world is informed by daily doses of the BBC and the occasional spiritual book of the latest thing to find out who you really are.
This attitude seems to be the majority, at least here in the UK. I've encountered no resistance to the march of slavery encroaching, except online. It's as if no one cares. There's an acceptance of the social order being controlled by 'them', the authorities who know about these things. A blind trust, a dismissal of personal agency. We pay them taxes to do their job, after all.
As the noose tightens, asphyxiation may be a gentle, welcome relief from the hidden fears creeping softly in the night, unbidden. Could the collective death wish be the path of least resistance as the egregore approaches? For many, that must be the subconscious reality.
There is only so much one can shove under the rug.
O all around my tiny 5 block world the triumph of normalcy including masking remains and hatred of Trump is strong. To this hour the vaccinated preen. Twas there a bourgeois dismayed? Not that they know NO ONE blundered. Even though now the admission is sinking in that nothing of the past returns as once it was.
The preening vaccinated bourgeois... now there's a sight. 18th-century France, anyone? Zombie hordes await activation!! We'll be laughing about this one day... if there'll ever be one day.
Berdyaev: What does the word bourgeois actually mean? It has remained unexplained, though it has been so much used and so often misapplied. Even when superficially used it is a word with a magic power of its own, and its depth has to be fathomed. The word designates a spiritual state, a direction of the soul, a peculiar consciousness of beings. It is neither a social nor an economic condition, yet it is something more than a psychological and ethical one—it is spiritual, ontological. In the very depths of his being, or nonbeing, the bourgeois is distinguishable from the not bourgeois; he is a man of a particular spirit, or particular soullessness. The state of being bourgeois has always existed in the world, and its immortal image is for ever fixed in the gospels with its equally immortal antithesis, but in the nineteenth century it attained its climaxjmd ruled supreme. Though the middle-class society of the last century is so spoken of in the superficial social-economic significance of the term, it is bourgeois in a deeper and more spiritual sense. This middle-class mentality ripened and enslaved human society and culture at the summit of their civilization. Its concupiscence is no longer restricted by man’s supernatural beliefs as it was past epochs, it is no longer kept in bounds by the sacred symbolism of a nobler traditional culture; the bourgeois spirit emancipated itself, expanded, and was at last able to express its own type of life. But even when the triumph of mediocrity was complete a few deep thinkers denounced it with uncompromising power: Carlyle, Nietzsche, Ibsen, Leon Bloy, Dostoievsky, Leontiev—all foresaw the victory of the bourgeois spirit over a truly great culture, on the ruins of which it would establish its own hideous kingdom.
Bobo is French slang for bourgeois bohemian. I've been called that a few times due to my relaxed attitude and wellbeing. What a conundrum that is!!! It seems the proletariat love to suffer. To experience the joy of life is tantamount to original sin.
I had a conversation with my woke-ish progressive daughter not long ago that we are still living in the Middle Ages, in fact long before. That time and progress have made no real difference to our inner most thoughts and actions. We still deal with the same issues of power politics, suppression of dissent, political assassinations, inter-family vendettas, murder, genocide - just with more tech and the ability to commit mass murder more efficiently and at scale.
She lives in a small bubble of a safe and friendly community, husband, child, two dogs, mortgage, car, holidays, yoga. 'But what do we do about the far right???' she opines fretfully? There is no far right, I tell her, not by the media definition. 'But what about the Nazis?' That's short for the National Socialist Workers Party. 'Oh.'
But none of this matters in the bubble of conformity and community and being Good Citizens. It's all about the weather and what's for dinner and shopping and Look how the prices have gone up! and let's plan another skiing trip. Their view of life and the world is informed by daily doses of the BBC and the occasional spiritual book of the latest thing to find out who you really are.
This attitude seems to be the majority, at least here in the UK. I've encountered no resistance to the march of slavery encroaching, except online. It's as if no one cares. There's an acceptance of the social order being controlled by 'them', the authorities who know about these things. A blind trust, a dismissal of personal agency. We pay them taxes to do their job, after all.
As the noose tightens, asphyxiation may be a gentle, welcome relief from the hidden fears creeping softly in the night, unbidden. Could the collective death wish be the path of least resistance as the egregore approaches? For many, that must be the subconscious reality.
There is only so much one can shove under the rug.
O all around my tiny 5 block world the triumph of normalcy including masking remains and hatred of Trump is strong. To this hour the vaccinated preen. Twas there a bourgeois dismayed? Not that they know NO ONE blundered. Even though now the admission is sinking in that nothing of the past returns as once it was.
The preening vaccinated bourgeois... now there's a sight. 18th-century France, anyone? Zombie hordes await activation!! We'll be laughing about this one day... if there'll ever be one day.
Berdyaev: What does the word bourgeois actually mean? It has remained unexplained, though it has been so much used and so often misapplied. Even when superficially used it is a word with a magic power of its own, and its depth has to be fathomed. The word designates a spiritual state, a direction of the soul, a peculiar consciousness of beings. It is neither a social nor an economic condition, yet it is something more than a psychological and ethical one—it is spiritual, ontological. In the very depths of his being, or nonbeing, the bourgeois is distinguishable from the not bourgeois; he is a man of a particular spirit, or particular soullessness. The state of being bourgeois has always existed in the world, and its immortal image is for ever fixed in the gospels with its equally immortal antithesis, but in the nineteenth century it attained its climaxjmd ruled supreme. Though the middle-class society of the last century is so spoken of in the superficial social-economic significance of the term, it is bourgeois in a deeper and more spiritual sense. This middle-class mentality ripened and enslaved human society and culture at the summit of their civilization. Its concupiscence is no longer restricted by man’s supernatural beliefs as it was past epochs, it is no longer kept in bounds by the sacred symbolism of a nobler traditional culture; the bourgeois spirit emancipated itself, expanded, and was at last able to express its own type of life. But even when the triumph of mediocrity was complete a few deep thinkers denounced it with uncompromising power: Carlyle, Nietzsche, Ibsen, Leon Bloy, Dostoievsky, Leontiev—all foresaw the victory of the bourgeois spirit over a truly great culture, on the ruins of which it would establish its own hideous kingdom.
The Triumph of Mediocrity. That about sums it up.
Bobo is French slang for bourgeois bohemian. I've been called that a few times due to my relaxed attitude and wellbeing. What a conundrum that is!!! It seems the proletariat love to suffer. To experience the joy of life is tantamount to original sin.
Most aware people who post online don't actually do anything.