.. success is ruthless ..
.. like a hunter it lurks, waiting ..
.. anyone could fall into its trip ..
.. if they're up for it ..
"As things stand today, capitalist civilization cannot continue; we must either move forward into socialism or fall back into barbarism"
- Karl Kautsky, writing in 1892
Repeat, Repeat, Ripeat, Ribeat, Ribbit, Ribbit ...
Is time a river? Or, maybe it's a swamp. Everyone gets stuck in the mud and when they get out, they can't help but return for another round, another turn of the wheel.
Objects, in a sense, repeat in space. In space: they just seem to sit there and not go anywhere, taking Earth as center. Uninterrupted there is no perceptible change, the changes are slow, sometimes on geological timescales, compared on the other hand to where we have life and the moving substances of which life is composed, such as the elements of waters and airs and, more differently, fire.
When the mountains and plains change their faces and forms, it is through the ravages of the movements that preceded and are the backdrop to life. The blowing sea gales tearing up the shores and seaside cliffs and torrential downpours, the rivers slowly eating through rock, or a glacier cracking mountain's stones.
Things that here on Earth move according to the movements of the celestial bodies, the earth's rotation and obliquity, revolving around the sun as the seasons turn as days and night continually churn into one another. A pulsing signal of energy in time that seems to light the worlds on fire and as well opens man's senses up to the limitless expanse in which we find ourselves.
Objects that just sit there, from the point of view of our Earth Center, are passive and are things of touch and weight, of pushing and pulling (through a push_).
The more lively things of a human ken move without a visible cause o<|-f-|>or their movements, which seem to be eternal cycles, fluxes of which cycles have become separated off in self contained systems of helical movements, the light of consciousness spreading forward into time in many forms and ways of knowing in the mirror of self and other.
The living bodies are dead dregs of matter, lifted up and spun out like a whirlwind or clay on a wheel, the whirling ball of mud that is this Mother Earth.
This lifting goes contrary to the pull back toward the earth's center, flung out so to speak. And suspended from gossamer light-like threads like infinitely intricately detailed marionettes. The pull of space, the great beyond: the Heavens.
We each and all walking that balancing act, without thought for millions of years, and that is only now being matched in mechanized simulacra. However, a life in health feels weightless. The creature experiencing biological existence in health does not notice the weight it carries contrary to the grave.
Ribbit, the eternal return : back to acting like an amphibian - to start over and probably make the exact same mistakes again. I assume you are not dead yet: you can change whatever you have left of your life.
"what I call technofeudalism: a new economic order in which platforms behave like lords owning the fiefs that have replaced markets"
.. shades ( .. thus named because he preferred to be indistinguishable ( .. & thus invisible .. ) when out amongst the multitude ( .. but also, ironically, because he found everything funny .. ) .. ) mused regarding the world he found himself in, thusly:
.. how did we find ourselves here, in a place with more pyramids than Egypt, except the bricks are people, & the height from the base is the axis of relative agency; dare I say even freedom itself ..? .. & is enshittification inevitable, after all, like gravity ..?
.. surely the Way out of this mess is through, but is it through legislation & logistics ..? .. at least in part, it must be .. but that structure in turn is doomed to result in its own challenges, in the absence of a wide-ranging & far-reaching movement of esoteric (re)awakening ..
.. according to some traditions, the very gods envy us for our freedom & creativity .. & those at the top of these aforementioned pyramids are still bound to the very structures they've made .. they owe their success to those on the supposedly "lower" levels .. indeed, they'd be now( )here without them ..
.. in a sense, we should pity them; even make it impossible for anyone to accumulate as much, relative to the average, as they have .. for their own benefit, you understand .. extreme wealth concentration is dangerous .. for everyone involved ..
.. but laws don't prevent people from treating others like objects to be categorized & thus judged, & restructuring the very means of production can't stop someone from pulling one over on someone else ..
.. only people could do that .. specifically, those who have undertaken esoteric research to discover for themselves the inner truths of existence as they arise from their own experience ..
.. & is it so foolish to hope that, in this darkest hour of night, the sun will begin to rise ..? .. many traditions celebrate the winter solstice with just such an aim in mind, & everything that exists has had to begin sometime ..
.. until then, the fact remains .. only a magician can survive in the world today .. & only a master could thrive, & win this game ..
.. this is, after @LL, what we've maintained throughout our Work, & frAum the beginning ..
"Hope is a good thing .. maybe the best of things .. and no good thing ever dies"
- from The Shawshank Redemption
.. don't be of the listless, the rudderless; the aimless ..
.. find what's true for you & pursue it ..
.. undaunted; relentless ..
