Dystopia

October 9, 2008

It began like it had, time and time before, as societies rebuild and mourn. They listen to the prescient words of ivory tower sages who speak of peace, of hope, and world order. Slowly they rebuild, from fallen ashes, skyscrapers that reach the limits of their creativity and ingenuity. Modernization spreads rapidly and so does the quality of life. But deep within something deeply unsettling lurks and gnaws away at conscience, and the suffering is profound.

Insurmountable debt is the updated form of slavery; legal and innocuous.

Spending and consuming as much as possible is the advertised desire of life.

Towns and provinces built around retail commerce, each one indistinguishable from the next.

People cling to a zero-chance lottery with hopes of escape as though the God of numbers and probability will grant them a pardon from their serfdom.

A society where faith has disappeared. Faith in mankind, faith in a higher power, faith in love. Cynicism, like quicksand, trapping the impulses of the heart.

A society where the higher power is the head of the global bank, who maintains the massive gap between the rich and poor to promote stability and safety.

Where dissent is voiced only in private. The fear screaming from deep within cannot break the placid shell which encases the mind.

Where debate and discourse our lowered to the lowest common denominator, where rhetoric outweighs logic and reason.

A place where it is a struggle to reach the lighter side of life because the platitude in maintaining rest position #1 seems so light.

The society of ever expanding bureaucracy, where each new and imagined condition is met with regulations and restrictions.

A place where the promise of Utopia seems like a sick joke.

A place where you wake up in the morning, and realize that no politician, company, or ideology is going to change any of this… where the limited freedom you hold seems insufficient to conquer your fears and that instinct to repress your desires… and you decide…

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” – Plato

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