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jacquelyn sauriol's avatar

The words zombie and droid come to mind. A lowering of expectations, to say the least. I can relate, unfortunately. I woke at 4 am with the wind, and so took a nice afternoon nap, now it's dark already, like it will be for some months now. Time for sauna and eating lots of butter, meat and fats. Beer.

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In essence, human society is no different from a beehive or an ant colony. In a beehive, the queen is simply pumping out eggs. And the other bees are "designed" in the grid pattern of that particular species, to have their particular functions. Each type of bee has its own genetic and chemical triggers, as a result of which it acquires a certain appearance and functions in a certain manner. Every bee unconsciously fulfills its pre-patterned role, including its participation in the necessary procedures of replication , and every bee eventually becomes obsolete, post-replication, in a pre-determined period of however many days or weeks.

Human society functions in exactly the same manner. There is a necessary biological replication-process, by which replacement organisms are made. And also a process of replicating states of mind and emotion, and then "you" as the temporary link becomes obsolete and drops dead. What you always cling to as "you" is eventually shed, without a moments hesitation - like excrement. From the point of view of the universe altogether, the "you" that is the body-mind-complex is nothing but a temporary little event.

Where is the freedom in this intolerable bondage. If you look at your actual situation in this apparent world, and truly observe and understand what it is, how could you possibly be naively enthusiastic about it? In and of itself this apparent world is a hell-realm. In and of itself our situation in this apparent world is terrible.

If this apparent world is only repetitive activities and replication, perhaps with a little shift, a minor change, accompanying each gesture, and with inevitable death, how can that be accepted, except that it is imposed on you by molecular force. What is there of delight in that ?

At a more humorous level this reminds me of the Malvina Reynolds song Little Boxes - Little Boxes All the Same.

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