The Planet Should Not Have to Die
Because One Stage of Human Culture is Dying
Not So Funny, Where is My Mind and My Money?
( A hippy tale with a possible happy ending )
As a child I put my trust in the word-pedalers, those who propagandized me to believe. They spouted the verbal symbols of language and I made my child-brain quiet for them to format and reformat ( I absorbed both true culture and cultural propaganda ). As an adult I now know .....The word is not the meaning behind it, and the map is not the territory, and a wealth of words, Is not a wealth of love/wisdom/knowledge in the heart and mind.
And those who reformatted my brain, once had their brains reformatted, and we are all followers following followers, with few real leaders. And we are about to follow each other off of a cliff. Spiritual leaders there may be, but minus me, minus me as the leader of myself, that makes me still lost ( I am the person at the helm of my life, I am not a puppet of culture. I as an individual make my own personal culture and then share it with the world, taking of its culture, reciprocally, for what serves my own integrity and survival ).
Paper and electronic digits, this is money. It is equally able to be lost in abstraction as words. I tried when a young adult to buy common land with others, a place to escape to, I wanted it, if the big system failed. But fellow citizens mind-raped by the establishment, each in a cultural-mind-freeze, that was all there was then. We were devoid of any group interaction in the 1960s, except for the hippies. I watched with deep admiration and wanted to be one and go out on the land but I was poor and alone and trapped in the city. The hippies were naive and adolescent to a degree, as well as persecuted. But their movement has had some effect. Still, there was and still is no real extended family in human culture available to most humans.