by achrilock
Guns N’ Roses – Welcome To The Jungle
Don’t fall for destiny paradigms, kids. They’re poison, regardless of how you’re faring or will fare later. Western narratives, both fictional and otherwise, are saturated with them. I would go so far as to say it defines the way our cultures think and make decisions. You can start atop a wave and ride it to paradise, you can fall off, or you can start beneath and live a short, meaningless life before you drown. You can nudge things, sometimes, but it’s mostly chance and circumstance. Systems.
Systems, be they artificial or natural, define where we are in the matrix of existence at any moment, and the extent of effect we may exert on the world. We can decide ‘who’ we are, but the systems themselves determine the parameters by which we may define even that. And if one is a ‘chosen one,’ that implies that many others are not. What of them? And who decides? Is it fate, the universe, God? Nope. Just other humans, with all their baggage, which is the source of a great many problems.
Jeff Russo – Star Trek Picard Main Title
And, season 2 of ‘Star Trek: Picard’ made it move a little in my pants for me, too, but space is a hole in the sky where governments pour your money to make you forget about what the oligarchy is doing to you and your planet down below. Been that way since the Cold War. Empire and distraction. And that money isn’t going to some public, far-seeing program for human advancement and improvement. They’re giving that money to totalitarian capitalists, some of whom are fascists. Wake up, babes.
genocidal-context-undefined
Constructing kibblezes on old dogs’ bones,
roaming-toward-river-rove hounds-into-homes,
as hoarders-of-history destroying-by-drone,
keep-kinder-in-kennels, zeroed-kill-zones,
muffle-their-mouths and warp-what is known,
self-righteous, self-evidently-sacred-sown,
sole was your suffering? And-always-alone?
No. Boundless-breeds in ashen winds blown,
maligned-were-multitudes yet-still-you bemoan
that persecution’s-portents-pity yours, alone.
That-oft-toil-and-tithing of others-you-own,
for-fruiting-or-fucking-or-fighting-or-flown
savagely-sanguine-strength-as-suffering-shown
being-as-belonging to no group, alone,
and can be given by any-and-all.
You’ve become-the-baddies.
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– achrilock