The tenet of this farce I dare delve into is nothing more than that of judging someone other, something that comes easier and easier with the passing of time. Respect, once appeared to be a resident in everyone’s tongue, leaving conversation about private matters to private settings. That is to say, imagine I began to go to the nearest supermarket, squat in the middle of the entrance and defecate there, use the entrance carpet to wipe, and then go about my shopping as if the action was normal merely because apparently others are doing it elsewhere too. Sounds gross to say the least right? To do something in a place where the place is not meant to or for it is deemed by society to be out of the norm? The same way in which twitter, facebook, and other such entities have become the supermarket where everyone goes to look for a place of like-minded individuals or shop for their topic of likeness, or for a particular purpose, and suddenly unknown individuals come and begin to litter jihadist propaganda on your wall, page, or feed, or someone else comes in to regirgitate white power rhethoric all over the pages where your family and friends come to, share with their own family and friends, or may even have their children invited to, now in essence defacting their beliefs and disgusts in your place of solace and space of peace. At first, I began by expressing the reservations of folk about public matters mainly because of the shame it would bring the family if someone found their brother had effeminate inclinations, or that one event in your family where to protect their land, they went out to the perimeter with their rifles and slaughtered that other family that was not only vagrant there but without as much as a word of permission began to use it as their own. Those type of things would be shared in private, because of the shame (to have slaughtered mother and daughter where they slept), or because of the reprisals it could bring whether by law or family seeking to reunite.
Those lines however, now blurred, like in a thick blizzard depriving us of sight, we just moved on, left behind those mores that society was once bound to and just created new ones; ones where it is still not okay to use the supermarket as a toilet, but quite pleasing in nature to take any other personal, private matter, and divulge it to the world without fear of anything whatsoever. Is it then the lack of fear that has allowed this venture of consent to share to overwhelm social mediums? There once was maturity and respect, now there seems to be none. The blurring lines of one subject/thing, have slowly begun to tear away at the fabric of society. The result is one that is hard to understand, harder to accept, and ultimately still an evolving one. Thus, I find myself in this corner of the earth below my tired feet thinking about just how it is that overcoming this particular stage starts (or if it is even warranted, for it could be a naturally evolving stage that could propel humanity into unknowns far-too-complex to delve into).
At last, in disbelief, I take a step back from the reality of others to attempt to conjure ways in which to better understand the processes by which they choose to believe one thing or another. The fallacy which is the credence with which believers flock to an enterprise in order to have a place where conjoined by illusion be able to say they’ve tried; church, temple, or whatever other place of gathering. It is curious, the endeavor of attempting to understand things, as one observes the opposite end of the spectrum and those who reside within its parameters, and those who deem it irrelevant merely because of the fantasy involved in them. I speak on this latter subject of people who come together to enjoy things like Dungeons and Dragons, Vampire the Masquerade, Steampunk, Warhammer, Magic The Gathering, Star Wars Destiny, or others. Somehow, these latter ones are the weirdos.
In this American Enterprise I live in and through daily, the happenstance which comes from not caring is tantamount to the equality of the races in a world where they all live, must share, and ultimately die in. Yet, all is so different and unequally represented throughout. Societies have accepted the horse, then bicycle, later followed by trains, and cars, and lastly airplanes. These things we can agree on. Eating of fruit, vegetables, and other things of the land have had no issue in being accepted worldly as sufficiently pleasing. Thinking sports like chess, or more corporeal ones like the javelin throw too have been regarded as fun, and ones where friendly competition is an endeavor worth seeking by one and all alike. Yet, the most basic of all, the being with other humans, that somehow has been the hardest enterprise ever attempted, and I believe judging has an incredible negative part to play in all those things.
I judge not because I understand the matter, but because the matter being different than what I believe threatens the very foundation of the things I understand.
Planets all differ in their composition. Some have rain in the form of acid, others have storms of gases we would suffocate in, while others are frigid and dark, or too hot for many metals to retain their hardened states. We discriminate less against those things outside of the world, the ones we shouldn’t fret over, than the opposite. It is more than a mental exercise in trying to understand why humanity -with such powerful thinking tool- to surmise it better that some things are better or not-at-all relevant to one another in a world, in a place where it is more than obvious that everything coincides in the natural circle of recurrence that is life; which without the individual parts of any whole could never be.
Wordly is the desire for happiness in one form or another, one belief or another, and in all a life away. For it takes the individual parts to realign, in this clock which is ticking away slower and slower as one of the batteries of society’s acceptability runs low making the others work harder, with another slowly losing their dependance on reason and joining the others running low, until eventually the clock may stop. The social enigma of “someone else will do it” in a world with billions of individuals all saying the same thing ends up with the chain breaking quickly and a message never reaching very far because its sentiment is not one of error, mishap, and demise, yet those of evil and feats of ire, those are powered quickly by the sun that is public opinion and like fire spread through the wilderness that is societies mediums of communication ironically in the most speedy of fashions.
What then is public opinion? Not new certainly, but frankly the coming together of ignorant ideas from point A through Z without any real care for understanding the underlying cause/reason of anything. We live in an epoch where only the parents of dying children truly care about gun violence, where those affected by people they dislike, being proponents of gun laws, where the fear of running into all those who oppose you in social media is such a real concern that carrying a weapon is easier and much more efficient than changing an old standing tree with its many roots, by replanting it someplace else.
Easy and blind is the road taken to facilitate wellbeing. The I don’t care, and the that is your opinion phrases now overwhelm our speech. Freedom to speak is what freedom of speech has been converted into. I loathe not the blind for they cannot comment on my visible errors, nor the deaf who cannot speak to my spoken irregularities, nor the dead who are not affected by any one of my actions, but anyone who chooses to think that opinion is a right, and that a right must be respected, and that respect is allowing anyone to do anything they please no matter what; like defecate on a supermarket floor for example.
I am dumbfounded by the rules with which any of these things I mentioned are measured. There seems to be a moving line on the measuring stick that slowly allows more and more to fit into criteria that was once carefully thought to be outside of an allowable spectrum. Yes, I am surprised, yet understand that without change new things could never be harnessed. But, I dare not speak of change in a way that is beneficial; as science -an example- has shown us that error is a means where advancement lurks quietly and on the tepid tongue of a vanguard I believe we are not meant to comprehend.
I then observe and by doing so make small boxes where I can put things as they occur, violence, teachings, foundings, discoveries, illusions, dreams, fantasy, and religion among others. So, observing allows for the placing of similar things in their similar boxes so that when full one can better appreciate the nature of things as they exist today, rather than one-by-one applying one’s very subjective view to every which element of life we are cataclysmically attached to. One way or another our demise will follow an event, the event may be natural or otherwise, and that will be preceded by something another and so, in a minute-by-minute recount of what exactly? Were you to look at your own life fully -like a playing video of sorts-, believing that somehow your life will be displayed on a type of video format and on loop in an alien planet museum where humanity has fled to in order to propagate in efforts to deter an apparent inevitable demise should they stay put. What would you like your life to say to those outer-humans who watch it as they see you, like you would a statue made by Greek sculptors in a museum? What things would shame you? What would you say or not, what would you change or not do?
There should be nothing. A life well lived is a life where not only is looking back unnecessary, but one where acceptance of things done because they were done to the best of your capabilities is more than a given, but a truth. Is that to say that mistakes will not be made? Clearly not for to err is as human an action as is breathing.
I cannot accept the things I cannot understand, because I dare not accept them -in fear of something I do not know-, and do not know what has never been made present to me, yet I decry the things I abhor because I understand that because they could hurt me in turn could others as well.
I know not what I know, nor what I lack in knowledge, nor what falsehoods exist in my own human trepidation recorded as what I know which all-in-all is later used as the basis with which we dare judge others; through the eyes of the imperfect.
