SSDD PART DEUX aka a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will

Arguing is getting more and more pointless.

It’s like trying to carry a rational debate with a condescending drunk or

Having a fight of words with a parochial uneducated unread skinhead.

One could bring 1000 examples and solid proofs and not be ahead an inch the other one just waiting for his turn to talk, not hearing shit of all you just said, skimming the solid material to pick at minor details.

There is no left and the right is going bonkers

How will you ever change one billion hysterical Hindus?

How will you convert one billion misguided Muslims?

How will you bring to light one billion self-righteous Christians?

Don’t even try to prove a point with the so-called rational atheists now.

Many of them have done what all humanity has done forever: let the power go to their head and become little gods of their own with their own tangents, their own agenda and above all their own profits.

How many times have we seen an idealist socialist, a worker, a labourer turn to the extreme right once HE wasn’t poor anymore?

As if the whole of morality rested now on their informed shoulders FFS.

There will never be a solution to us anymore than there would be an idyllic monkey politics, we are just bigger louder apes but apes still.

And the world will always be a gigantic cacophonic Knesset.

A few dreamers have tried but none ever comes close enough.

The Zamyatins, the H.G. Wells, the Huxleys, the Orwells: they all have failed us.

We don’t have it, can’t get and more than likely never ever will.

No evolution, no eugenics, no hero can save us.

Ideally and even this word now has been destroyed as most words have lately

Ideally there should be no religion whatsoever no myths no lies except for the purpose of entertainment maybe like it is much easier to say a situation is Sisyphean then to explain the whole of Greek mythology and expressions like hell and purgatory have their emotional base if not any solid ground in reality. 

Most of us today in fact could use a Greek mythology metaphor and properly know that it IS a metaphor and a myth therefore a nice little children story to entertain.

But you say Burn in Hell and a million so-called intelligent self-righteous retarded beings actually believe that they are factual and real FFS so what is the fucking point?

My god has a bigger dick than your god is so puerile it should not even be discussed among adults.

To Kill a Mockingbird and Zola’s Germinal are pre social media stories but today’s hysteria is fuelled way too fast for anyone to follow anything and the dust never settles anymore so no one can see shit.  

The old illiterate hysteria has been replaced by a so-called literate well-informed hysteria when most of the information we receive at light speed is skewered biased alternate or just plain wrong disinformation cheap propaganda driven for the profit of someone somewhere.

Black is Black, White is White and 2 + 2 =4 

but beyond that all is uncertain  

and I am certain a few pugilistic brawlers will wanna take me on 2 + 2 =4 now.

Some people seem to need fables and lies to soften the harsh realities of life to children and then we go on being children all of our lives.  

The fact that it is all random number generation is all to frightening for most of us control freaks.  

We cannot admit there is no such thing as control, never was, never will be.

I wonder if a dying animal especially a prey dying of a ‘violent’ death realises it at the last moment? Control is an illusion a precious one but an illusion none the same.

This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. All right, there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. Fourteen straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... Not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah, they saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life - you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain - it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.

 ~ good ole reliable Detective Rust Cohle