The RIP. James Bèyor

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СКАЧАТЬ has become so huge that the human being is dwarfed and humbled before the titanic presence of our own invention. We have built it well and made it sturdy: It can destroy us. It is hungry and demanding and employs sound as its ally and adjutant. Sound is the It and the Voice that controls and commands the minds of things: It demands agreement to its dominion. It cannot survive outside impasse. But it seals all exits from the noisy mouth of its labyrinth.

      There was a time, some two thousand years ago, when speech and the reverberation of the written word had little value for persuasion and inveigling. As those charged with the authority of entity came to understand the use of language for the dissipation of individual will in favor of group will, language and speech became the postulates used to annul the human being. Tolerance levels could be stretched and pulled. The human being could be misshaped: twisted and contorted as reason could be moved about and relocated. The promise enhanced itself by following.

      The voice of reason besieged the frail being that is human and cast it into a netherworld of made meaning and control. The more that this inferno was stoked and fed, the louder the treacherous voice of the moving it became until it made demands for place and position and status. Sound and momentum became the glory and the power. Man was moving, and moving in speed was rapture. The world has not been the same since the voice became It and It became paradox.

      As the sound of the voice of It increased in volume, in speed and acuity, those who professed love for its noise were given ancillary jobs and a share in the agreement of future promise. From a proud and errant seed grew a many-tentacled spectacle wrapping its coils around the essence that is human, wringing it of its natural gentility and replacing it with the deadness of compliance. Brave by reason of size and bold by reason of authority, it gained control over all new sounds. Meaning became aligned with motion, speed, consumption and power.

      Voice tagged and recorded new symbols and saved them. It wrote its own excuse and called it history, rife with half fact for designed truth and innovative lambastes and censoring jargon. It learned failsafe. It, as entity, sought reprieve and salvation from its own plunderous bargaining and smarmy promise, and it granted itself, in agreement, such relief. The voice of It justifies and redeems itself always. It takes no blame but assigns it. Without blame loop, it falters. If paradox falls, entity will find more powerful bromides with which to brand and subdue its miscreants.

      In the twentieth century, It evolved, through technology, into a thing of unprecedented entitlement. It could move at the speed of sound itself. The voice of It became as close to its subjects as a local television broadcast and as intimate as a video recorder. Endless pictures of widespread waste and desolation inflicted by the voice of It flashed and blinked and crackled from all appliances of broadcast media. Pictures became the word. The voice of It soared above the minions who adhered to its oily promise and agreed to its purpose and, yet, mourned the loss of their volition. No vote could appease it and no prayer could temper it.

      Intention and duty to intention confirmed synthetic time. No longer did the voice require sanction. It became sanction and it decreed sanction and bequeathed it. The voice, as function, became its own failsafe.

      Falsified paradox is impasse, last reason held: It is the voice of last reason. Last reason is reason extinguished, and the middle will not hold.

      Fear of the unknown is the shame that becomes reason. What is more deafening: Secret voice against silence or secret silence against voice? Innate fear is automatic and unconscious. Fear of fear is exponential subconscious knowledge and fear of the unknown, then, is a semblance of knowledge: impulsive, slick and cunning. With its own primordial pool, it is a merciless predator.

      Fear that is without disclaiming fear is the interrogative of self. Fear is the question mark that is the key for opening all shut doors. Fear is friend to the beast and its liberator. Fear is friend: To walk through the doors to self, one need only touch it. By opening the doors to self, what would be fear is not fear, for it is through fear that we question motive when impasse reason is challenged.

      Does religion encourage us to interrogate ourselves through natural fear or does it reinforce the barricades of iconic fear? Is religion about God or about the implantation of iconic fear? Does religion embrace fear of the unknown as misrepresented fear of another implanted counter-fear—for use as a saving grace and a hooking promise for those who think that they need a safe anti-fear religion and a god of resignation who can subdue interrogative fear—without, even once, getting close to the one complete sensual self?

      Religion makes things easy: Design one word for one flat dimension and one salvation by subjugation to duty; split the creature into two dissimilar and opposing halves. Blame is for profit.

      Religion is paradox ideated and We personified.

      Does politics protect the welfare of the few for the common good of many or does it provoke timid citizens into civil disobedience merely to keep themselves from being pushed too far? Do politicians hastily depict goodness and correctness with a quick change of hat or position or service to words? Does politics thrive on fear of the unknown or subconsciously implemented fear of fear as an impetus to vote? What are the fears that are sold back to us as overseers of our fate? Do politicians urge us to war only for our own killing urge? What shape has political jargon? What sound does the voice provoke in us? Does fear remain as friend or foe?

      Politics is paradox with weapons drawn and muscle at its command. Blame loop is nearly exclusive to the machinery of war or police action.

      The matching of natural fear to implemented fear is provoker function or impetus to obey. Fear is inverted so that what we fear subjects us. The job of religion and politics is to provoke habit into duty, reason for reason and result for result. Without provoker function, blame cannot form a closed loop: impasse. Fear of fear and fear of the unknown insist upon blame in lieu of discovery. Anti-fear becomes reason over reason. Think-factory process stems from the provocation of reasoned blame thrust, strategic advantage and a working hypocrisy.

      Knowledge is impasse by paradox.

      Reason is failsafe to paradox.

      The agreement process is paradox.

      Can there become a disorder of convention and still remain an order that unifies? Disorder heightens the realization and execution of paradox and justifies it. Truth is the validated means of production and the share-held impasse of I-We-They: Entity.

      Can the realization of locked paradox forestall a chain of events linked by ever-mounting stores of failsafe, blame and ever-thinning false tolerance levels?

      Paradox unrealized is paradox installed and set. Patterns of events are set in paradox. Truth benefits from sets of facts made for truth. Replay for replay alters nothing. We live suspended in an altered state: Fear is not our friend and words are our deceivers.

      Events that have become set in the linkage of paradox cannot be stopped. Is there an alternative action?

      It is not action nor speed nor sound that is needed. It is not impetus to function nor any provocation.

      We live in a state of disjoined parallels. Nothing will happen that does not first happen in feeling. If reason fails feeling and feeling fails reason, we will continue half life in paradox with failsafe entailing, and the voice of last reason will be the last voice of blame.

      Blame will be the voice of the next logic-illogic and its pitch and its frequency will rise until its wail stretches boundaries of tolerance to the point of shattering.

      When the human being breaks down, the sense of hearing is the last sense to fall away. When we can no longer hear above the ultra-high frequencies of paradox, our undoing, as a unique specie СКАЧАТЬ