The Manifestation of Impossible Dreams

Doesn't anyone comprehend this?

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” ~Tyler Durden

I do not want these things! I do not care about these things that have accumulated throughout my life. I want connection to other human beings and to the earth, not to things! I do not want to be tethered to an opulent nest and burdened with its ludicrous upkeep.

“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.” ~Ellen DeGeneres

I do not want to pay for privileges I do not need and can have without the use of labor, credit, debt, or legal tender. I am willing to pay, but only with my life, my efficacy, my ability, my consciousness, my comprehension, and my perception, these are all different from money, currency, dollar, note, etc. These I have the inherent capability to pay without debt, without usury, and that need not be loaned, borrowed, permitted, committed, or governed: the epitome of simplicity. Not only that, but from these I can build, progress, evolve, revolve, reciprocate, cooperate, and give. What can be said of things? The monsters that invade me, that make all attempts to bind me, to separate and divorce me from that with which I was born.

“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. . . Turn the old, return to them, things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. God will see that you do not want society.” ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Why did I begin to collect things that I knew one day would only bury me? Why did I not listen to my mind when it screamed in terror at the first moment I stepped into the Thing’s Warehouse, with its glamour and bright lights, silent voices all trying to convince me that I am not I but Ego? An ego! What kind of hubris is this? The ego is an invention; neither biological or physiological. Its sole creation was to make it easier to sell to an otherwise disinterested self (the self as in one whose only desire is to survive and be happy). Useless consumption of Things does not work unless it appeals to the ego, the created self, and the pseudo self, the illusion of the mind’s mental projection.

“A vast sector of modern advertising…does not appeal to reason but to emotion; like another kind of hypnoid suggestion, it tries to impress its objects emotionally and then make them submit intellectually.” ~Erich Fromm

Why did I not escape when first I was sentenced to the Thing’s Prison, with all of its wooden, nonfunctioning electric chairs , invisible chains, where the only concept of tree I knew was the words printed on its bastardized form, and where one Thing became another?

“School is the advertising agency, which makes you believe that you need the society as it is.” ~Ivan Illich

Why did I not fight when I saw the transformation from human to “consumer”, from man/woman to “wife/husband”, from living being to “automaton”, from worker to “laborer”, from legacy to “tradition/custom/holiday”, from everywhere/everywhen to “calendar/clock” and “city/state”, from common sense to “government/law/rules”, from love to “desire”? Why did I not flee when I could see, when I knew better? And now I am surrounded by Things all vying for my attention, all wanting to tear yet another pound from my flesh. What was I thinking?! Was I thinking? Or, did I buy, thus was reconstructed and denatured to think, and so think too much that I could no longer see what I knew intuitively was becoming?

The manifestation of dreams, impossible.