The RIP. James Bèyor

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СКАЧАТЬ of impasse and reasoned paradox? Do we squirm in the grip of an ancient vise?

      We must ask: What defines feeling and what defines reason? Where does the vortex form? From what vantage do we trick the human beast into a life of suffering?

      Originally, we are not the reservoirs of misery that we make ourselves mean and assume, through the profile of labor, as existence: the substitute for life. To live fully in our senses and in our sense to reason, we must probe the vast regions of self: "to take arms against a vast sea of troubles" that opens to the essence.

      Future is a parody of history. The choice handed down to us through generations is what we may have that has been had. Knowledge is the tool of history and its repetition. Man is not what he cannot realize because he will not depart from the knowledge of history. He falls away from the very bones of his being. The mirror is before us but we will not enter.

      Circumstantial impasse and the breaking of endurance come from the dangling of reward, held always just out of reach. There is a plentiful supply of synthetic distractions to discourage regard for perfect now. Bought and sold and delivered into future past, we disregard the parallel of feeling. The living planet is but a speck in the compelling universe of the mind.

      Past is a parable fashioned for order and for the deposition of future. All that "will be" are relics of the past. Future is artifact. Time is defunct.

      In future past, failure is compact and complete; for that which has been completed is set and does not change. We are ordered into oblivion.

      R.I.P. widens. Will and act, reason and intention, become manifest as trades for empowerment inside the circle of blame. Observance of duty becomes the test of group will that is made to mean and made to intend future past. Act by group belief becomes failure to act. Empowerment becomes success through agreed right to fail or justice.

      Empowerment is reasonable proof through reasonable goals. Schools are merchants of immediate proof. Industries are merchants of guaranteed proof. Every purchase made is like a ring of smoke connected to similar rings until it becomes a cumulus mass. Such a toxic fog screens the natural ingenuity of the mind and forms a uniform blanket of sameness and security. Power is the will to self destruction. Encapsulated in time; wielded in freeze-frame; static, disembodied, miscoded: What is called power is like a virulent cell in living tissue. Pain is cancerous.

      Those who have power through They Entity of group will well know the want for power in the minions who vote and pray—who endow their heroes and saints with a substitution of self. It is not for mere drama that those empowered by group will use the raised hand or clenched fist, for this is a universal symbol for power. From our votes and our prayers there can be no fruitful yield. Every savior is a disappointment. Group mind exhausts itself in an inventive attempt to assuage its madness. There is no winning side, for all sides fail and they fail by the merit of murderous intent; fail by the offering and enforcing of a one-way path in and out of the labyrinth of lexicon knowledge.

      Group psychology is grounded and fed on manipulated turnabout and maneuvered flip-flop of ideations. It is not superstition that drives one into the flock. It is manmade fear. We fear that invalidation by group standards will invalidate ourselves, yet that which invalidates us for coherence to group consignment is exactly what points us to the path to the original self. Joining a group fortifies our mental muscle: I becomes We becomes They. We think that we are free when we have forged alliance with loyalty to duty. The group sustains agreed symbolism that is always subject to change without agreement, though changing to agree is commonplace and accepted. The deception is that there are no lies: all truths are valid by license and contract. Authorized use supercedes unauthorized disposition of self that is self in feeling, for feeling embodies no blame and contains no reason for right.

      The concept of community is an enactment policy based on archetypal prescriptions and societal prototypes within the structure of a parasitic morality that feeds from hosts of its own creation and drives back any objection to its gluttony that could deter its set plan of duty for reason and reason for duty. Duty, as decreed by societal morality, keeps our noses perpetually to the grindstone with no recompense. Prizes are dangled just out of reach, like carrots before the donkey, to keep us moving within the snare of future tense. We bend and break. We lose our richness of self.

      We are like dominoes, all in line: push one and all will fall. This is knowledge by agreement.

      Peace and goodwill do not come from the strapping and binding to moral and ethical insistence but are born of passion and clarity of purpose. Those who are pressed too hard against life's commercial glass doors push hard in the vain hope of gaining entrance to a world of material comfort. This ramrodding tactic does not work; for all fall into the trap that lies within the glass, between the two plainly marked boundaries of have and have not. This is the split of the condemned unworthy from those who are reasoned worthy for their group-practiced correctness and right. The entity of the politically empowered pretends to equalize the odds. But if they did as they promised, they would not exist. Politicians are champions of reason conflict.

      It is the theme of the correct that we are taught to crave while we exist inside an impenetrable mental fog: antecedent memory that dulls and binds. Every school child knows this: No one cares for the child as long as indoctrination takes—as long as ersatz momentum sucks him into performance ratings.

      Our legacy makes us slaves to reason and masters of reason and partisans of reason. We are stillborn inside the mental womb.

      The R.I.P. is the breakdown of fragility; the fragmentation of regard; the cutting into two concise parts that could, as easily, be left whole—one half that is devoted to calculation and the other half for the dispersal of the ensuing haze. Conscious memory is subconscious implant. It is a sub-parallel attended only by sight and sound.

      The human mind is a finely tuned recorder when it is allowed to make palatable that which is felt. Reasoned with specifically and without artifice, this sensual instrument can automatically pull all order down into mental clearing. The home of the heart is this perfect calm and to its home it will return, whether in life or just before death: the being called human will face itself. We all must speak to and break down to the void. What, then, defines us? What is it that we so skillfully dodge?

      The R.I.P. invokes reason stacking; power-housing of I/We complexities for future tense drive-line think factory that pulls and tears at the being that is frail.

      The R.I.P. executes blame cycling in made-meant-mean loops of reason and pretends itself away from feeling and from entering emotional corridors. Justifying loops of blame become adjunctive to the device of future-place holdings and invites the masses to follow. Those who join rank are deemed flawless. Those who refuse are failures by connotation.

      What of those who refuse to play mental roulette? Do we label them dysfunctional? Suffering from some traumatic distortion, hallucination, euphoria or despair? The hoax of reason has hoaxed itself so many times that there is no conception of reality outside reason. In order to conceive a reality beyond all reason, one must remove oneself from it and pay serious penalty. Those who do not coincide with reason are considered freakish or cultist or, at the very least, eccentric. Psychological invention is capable of a sweeping devaluation of anything that comes in the way of agreed and failsafed reason in motion. Full value is given to all reasonable and governing intent for suppositious conscious growth and the hope for progress in future psycho-good. Nouns stacked on nouns call us to duty. The intention of noun/verb function as a device of factory think is to denote a manifested worth for the ordered symbiotic good of a group; but that is exclusive of common good. Understand and agree with group implication, buy its produce, sell its wares, enforce its imagined values and have reward: question insinuation and be cast adrift. Certification is by implication.

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