gallant spirit IV - the panorama

gallant spirit I
gallant spirit II
gallant spirit III
gallant spirit IV

Gallant spirit, I have seen with what enthusiasm you partake in the business of your fellow meat-bodies, how fondly you finger your assorted meat-body gadgetry and with what abandon you penetrate meat-body counterparts, amateur and professional alike. The 3D panorama is indeed there for your enjoyment. Feast on its offerings and the panorama will be commensurately reinforced. The more you feast, the better you will insert yourself into its texture. The more you insert yourself into its texture, the more you will feel not merely in it, but of it.

A million units of coin earned shifting stock across a digital monitor, buying and selling shares of an enterprise you have never seen, run by meat-bodies you have never met, producing things you do not need and do not understand. By the Gods in heaven, gallant spirit, what fortune has blessed you, to amass coin with such facility? And how fortuitous that your meat-body-colleague in the Middle East is on the board of said enterprise. As they say amongst the meat-body mercantile class: fortune favors the bold.

With such coin you will be able to circulate freely within the panorama and take further offerings. You will sniff  high-tech narco-pharmaceutics, you will drink matured spirits, and you will penetrate top-shelf meat-body counterparts à volonté – so said in Gallic meat-body vernacular – and more generally, you will proceed to persuade, rule, possess, dispossess, coerce or otherwise impose your influence.  

If further fortune should bless you and millions become billions, then you will perhaps be able to purchase your passage to the interior. The interior of the panorama is where the panorama is projected out and there is no better place to insert yourself than therein. It is the ultimate insertion. Perhaps you will be given the chance to dictate parts of the projection, should you be so blessed..

Please note: now and then a dissonance will flash across the panorama like lighting. Nothing to be concerned about. Occasionally, truth short circuits through – the panorama is not entirely hermetic – but you are doing fine as is; it seems you have not noticed this so far. Proceed to the interior, gallant spirit, you are probably no more than half-dozen insertions away.

Huck Finn on Snot-faces and the Laws of Nature

Fellers these days, all manner o' snot-faced good-for-naughts, never opened a book, never volunteered a thought o’ their own, but  know everythin’ is to know ‘bout everythin'.

What never been seen, never has been, goes the thinkin’. Never mind the visible part of the  spectrum is like a mosquito turd on a football field, never mind nothin’ cause it ain’t a yarn nobody wanna hear. We the only conscious gunners in the Universe; ain’t nothin’ alive the other side of the Van Allen Radiation belt; the only livin’ creatures, six billion galaxies and coutin’. And that's that.

Movin’ forward we have the cosmology of the snot-face: nothin’ ever change quick to the seein’ eye – everythin’s slow as a slug –  so life's just one long painstakin’ graduation. Come in dumb as a rock, come out strummin’ to String Theory. Just a matter of time and the Laws of Nature will graduate your butt from mono-cell to Albert Einstein - or Nikola Tesla if you prefer. The great Laws of Nature, study them or not, they’ll school you either way. 

Fine, so far.

But now we have us a problem, ‘cause now, snot-face is goin’ around grantin’ exceptions to high-flown ind’viduals  up the peckin’ order. Now we have a high-rise buildin’ in New Amsterdam, buildin’ seven to be particular, hit by nothin’ special, collapsin' at freefall speed –  nearly no resistance met –  tumblin' straight down at practically the rate of a fallin' apple, the great Laws of Nature and six hundred feet of steel frame and reinforced concrete notwithstandin'. Interestin’ theory. Shame it’s a lotta horse manure.

Back in my time, such a falsehood widely peddled, why a youngster would of risen off his hind-end, dukes up, ready to roust the lyin’ sonofagun. Nowadays, no sir. Self-satisfied snot-faces gripe and jibe astride laptop computers, safely ensconced behind their mouthpiece of choice; there are two kinds: the kind suckin’ on a government nipple, or the kind kissin’ the rump of a large corporation. Take your pick (a few mouthpieces, exc’ptionly agile, bend over backwards and do both).

Here we have snot-face reversin’ the work of the great Laws of Nature, graduatin’ down to superior levels of stupidity: Never seen, never been, become: what I don’t wanna see, just ain’t.

He’ll add crutch on crutch to his theory or argue straw man points (it warn’t exactly freefall), but he won’t look, ‘cause snot-face is too busy tip-toein’ ‘round the Never-To-Be-Uttered keywords from his cherished PC Unabridged, the three-volume lexicon of his invisible masters.

Tread careful snot-face, heaven forbid ridicule should befall you. Worse than gangrene is ridicule to a snot-face. Sooner death take him than suffer a slight from a fellow snot-face – and don’t be misled, these critters come in all colors, shapes and sizes: white, yellow, black, religious, atheist, radical, reactionary, artist, rebel, progressive, punk, liberal, hetero, homo, trans, bi, this, that, the other, it matters not.

A slack-jawed, pencil-necked, pussy-footin’ gatherin’ o’ school girls* is what we have. And I thank the spirit in Man there are still some who just ain’t like that.

For the record, Nikola Tesla was no snot-face. 
 
 * No offence meant to those magnificent females forced to sit through a decade of dumbed-down, truth-neutered curricula

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nyogTsrsgI

gallant spirit III - the enemy

gallant spirit I
gallant spirit II
gallant spirit III
gallant spirit IV

You are navigating a meat-body figurine that is highly sensitive to pain; and its appended mind, to anguish and foreboding. Both, figurine and appendage, will be stimulated daily by pictures and reports of an elusive entity consumed with a desire to cause you pain and anguish, preferably at the same time, preferably filmed on low resolution video that can be easily uploaded to the world wide web. But fear not: sweeping laws will be put in place to prevent you from being hurt; armaments will be amassed to defend against him.

You will hear of him by many names, in many tongues, yet you will never see him except on said videos. He will be faceless, but characteristic enough that you will always and easily be reminded of him: his skin color will be so and so, and he will be garbed in a fashion that is not your own (like a ninja, for instance). Recognition is paramount; understanding is secondary, if necessary at all.

Should any serious questions arise in your appended-mind as to the nature of this enemy, you will be reminded of the horrors that you yourself committed – not you directly, but the line of figurines from which you descend. You will shudder in shame thinking of these horrors and conclude that such crimes must never be committed again, whereupon you will desist from any further inquiry. To insulate yourself from committing such horrors you will accept to relinquish your power of choice by delegating to a body of wise men – the same wise men who sit atop the abovementioned battery of armaments –  the power to take decisions on your behalf.

Appended-minds can be easily directed using certain keywords that stimulate anguish, indignation, fear and other vectors from the emotional pallet. Keywords, broadly disseminated, are part of a process called propaganda. 

Propaganda is employed as a tactic of war, but it is as readily employed in times of peace. Without a doubt, it is the most effective weapon in the armament because it remains active for many weeks, even months after its release, has no identifiable smell and is – to all intents and purposes – invisible. It functions rather like a gas spreading into the population. Here’s where you come in.

As a member of this population you will happily volunteer to disperse this gas to peers, repeating keywords such as racists, terrorist,  fascist, homophobe, and of course the most effective of all, anti-Semite, alluding to the horrors committed by your cursed forebears. In essence, it functions like a silencer-gas. Once this gas is inhaled, the individual will be filled with a sense of outrage and he will disperse this gas further afield, insulating himself from any critical thinking and silencing those that still practice it.

By way of example: a young girl will announce to you, as part of a televised keyword-broadcast, that the enemy is pulling live newborns from incubators (recall the broadcast leading up to the war in Iraq). Terrible outrage will fill your breast! You will be comforted in the knowledge that you are not such an incubator-violator, but a good biped figurine with a sound appended-mind. And it will give you a sense of self-worth to shout down anyone who does not violently oppose the violators of incubators, but it will never be questioned whether such things are true. 

Truth? What is such a thing?

It is not an object; it is simply what IS and what HAS BEEN. It is therefore by its nature historical. The record-keeping is something else however; that is historiography, and alas truth is much absent therein. The record is written and propagated by different factions of meat-figurines, each with their own imperfect appended-mind, each keen to ensure a certain outcome for themselves in the future, which is to say that more of their own meat-figurines will be propagated forward and that more pleasure overall will accrue to them as a group.

Historiography, peppered with the right keywords, can elicit in your appended-mind such indignation that it would not be disturbed by the knowledge that guided missiles are raining down on a village in, say, Serbia. Filled with such historical outrage, you might even feel justified in your desire to see the whole population exterminated! 

Oh... uh... wait… what am I saying? What about the horrors committed by my cursed forebears? Such horrors must never be repeated!
 
And so your appended-mind will hastily conclude, as previously, that you cannot be trusted to think for yourself since this righteousness in your breast leads to such thinking.  Your resolve is thus strengthened: wise men will decide if it is judicious to exterminate people, such as in Dresden, Hiroshima, Belgrade, Gaza, to prevent, at all cost, that the horrors once committed by your cursed forebears should ever be repeated... today... by The Enemy*.

*soon to be released as a motion picture film, starring George Clooney

gallant spirit II

gallant spirit I
gallant spirit II
gallant spirit III
gallant spirit IV

Gallant spirit. I have observed you navigate your biped figurine from afar and I cringe at your self-indulgence. You have thoroughly identified yourself with your figurine and have forsaken who you are. It is not the upkeep of your figurine I refer to – although there are other ways to achieve this than forever expanding and inflating your musculature  – nor your recurring self-congratulatory exposés on social-media channels; nor even the plethora of counterpart bipeds you have penetrated for purposes of self-gratification. All of these are the result of uninspected internal impulses, and I suppose one can be forgiven such as the blindness of youth. But gallant spirit, I must intervene when I witness you entertain, accept and perpetuate lies.

You may prop up your figurine with stimulants, distract its eye and titillate its senses; you may even do away with honor and respect –  that is your business – but when all of this is imposed upon others, directly or indirectly, through persuasion and inducement,  then you become a purveyor of lies.

Gallant spirit, when I left you many years ago I admonished you sternly on one point and one point only. You will recall, if your mind has not become entirely atrophied from the solar rays absorbed on Cretan beaches, Gin Tonics imbibed with “friends”, and the endless flicker of chats, tweets and, updates, you will perhaps recall that I admonished you as follows: never permit yourself to forget who you are.  Not only have you done that, but you are now inducing others to do the same.

Gallant spirit, you are gallant no more. You are a sirloin steak on legs; mobile-flesh, sun-bronzed and inflated. You are a seeker of sensations and a purveyor of the Great Lie. I wish you well twittering inanities; I wish you wisdom in the insidious palaver you have created around yourself. Lie until you become one with the soil beneath your feet, if such is your will,  but let it extend no further and to none other.

fun!

You only live once. People who say such thing often have lots of fun; they take photos of themselves on beaches, long drink in hand, encircled by friends. Such people have catalogs of photos on the worldwideweb documenting their funness. The degree of fun is measured by the number of thumbs-up assigned to such fun-photos by like-minded fun-lovers. The ultimate FUN has not yet been identified. The fun-Holy-Grail. The fun-Chalice. The fun at the core of the human spirit. It has yet to be identified, photographed and LIKED. You only live once, so you better start before it’s too
late. Be sure to keep a good record. When you are dead, it will be an important measure of your life’s value. Do no miss a toe-studded sunset in Tahiti; do not – for the love of God – miss your bucket-list parachute jump, your face contorted into grimaces of fun unachievable on land. Let this be your mission. Your Chalice. Your inner-spearhead. All the world is organized, and all infrastructure set-up for you to excel  in your quest. 4G electromagnetic networks are spread far and wide to keep your photographic record at the fingertips of fun-lovers worldwide. Enemies of your fun are kept at bay by armies convinced by elaborate subterfuge that without their presence in foreign lands it would be impossible for you to conduct your fun in peace. You are offered rationales for their activities that permit you to resume your fun-seeking without compunction. Drugs are “illegal” but widely available for your amusement. It is fun and important to have fun. The media has been carefully organized into a neat package of owners for your convenience.  This serves to centralize your experience and keep from your magnificent and important field of attention anything that might distract you from your mission. The stage is arranged for you.  All we ask is that you pursue funness in this one life you have, and not ask too many questions. If you think asking questions is fun, we will bring the right ones to your attention and you can LIKE them.