- "Build it and they will come" is the
phrase behind most of our dreams, but we have failed to fall in love with
life so we built our fantasies on the ever-shifting sands of inauthentic
lives. We should not be surprised then, that everything is crumbling now,
or that there are almost no answers anywhere because we put our faith in
all the wrong places, and especially in the wrong people.
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- We have allowed our owners to capture all the fresh young
years of youth; to imprison the young so that they never have the chance
to ask all those vital questions such as 'why is the sky blue', or where
does life come from? That 'experience' is then very quickly expanded into
an educational system that has nothing to do with education and everything
to do with blind obedience. The result is that there is no time for dreaming,
for imagination or for "What-ifs."
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- From the cradle to the grave this society has been molded
like farm-raised fish swimming in their own wastes; never far from overseer's
or authority; and all of this takes place because of the ever-increasing
need for protection: not just from natural dangers but from life itself.
We have not fought these trends, in fact we have scrambled to enroll our
young ever-earlier in the system that keeps on destroying anything that
does not fit into some designer's model of what we 'ought to be.'
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- The young need time to fall in love with life, before
they begin to even look into what the future might have in store for them-yet
we have insured that because of FEAR this must never be allowed to happen.
Once initiated the process continues through the whole of any individuals
life usually; or until some stark and life-changing event can jolt the
individual to somewhere far enough removed from this mass insanity that
they can actually see the nonsense and the chaos that far too many have
come to worship and obey.
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- Just look at the emphasis we place on having a 'formal
education.' This sickness continues for at least a full-third of too many
lives that could have
- been spent in the love affair of a profession of their
own choosing: had there ever been any real choice available. Ironically
the really excellent professions actually choose us, and not the other
way round. Music calls to the true musician, just as architecture or engineering
calls out to those so gifted; It's the same with writing or painting or
anything that requires creative skill and mental agility to even begin
to work at their individual craft: Today most are content if they can just
get a job-any job-just so that they can stay alive. Except that this is
NOT living it's just an existence that is spent completing tasks that are
nothing more than the footnotes in other people's dreams. Most do not make
the time to ponder this, or much of anything else because we are too busy
trying to obtain all the things that we've been taught about-things that
will somehow make everything better; but nothing could be further from
the truth.
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- Instead we end up contenting ourselves with mere existence,
which is a kind of living death that is practiced only in the shadows of
real life-where nothing really matters to those that have embraced the
remains of reality instead of the core of actual existence. . .
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- On this path too many have been far too busy with other
people's plans for their lives, to ever have any time of their own to spend
any time at all in someone else's shoes. In that process empathy for the
plight of others becomes a still-born concept that is quickly done away
with; along with private conscience. Without an awareness of the larger
society, its problems or its potentials; the newcomers fail utterly to
develop the skills required for everyday life, or even just the basics
required for survival if chaos should envelope them at some unforeseen
moment on their pre-selected path to nowhere.
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- From the glories of our formal education we learned cynicism,
and over time we are able to refine selfishness into a bottomless pit of
greed that can never be satiated. From our 'leaders' we learn about the
power-of-lies, and the fruits of the trees that do not belong to us; but
we are taught how to have what we say is ours, without the need to actually
work for it because too many have now mastered the magic of investment
and Piranha-Capitalism that we have been able to recreate through vulture
capitalism and that oh-so-important key component-usury-that uses debt
to kill the possibility in 'promise' and creates the transfer of the wealth
from those who work to those who steal.
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- Having turned all of this into our unspoken national
motto for success; how can we now fear the very things we have created,
with such determined efforts all around? The deeds we have accomplished
have created consequences that cannot be denied-and must be paid for in
both blood and treasure, it's a natural law of nature and will become due
and payable with interest!
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- The philosophies we have imbedded over decades have taught
us to eat our young and to annihilate any that oppose us; yet now some
of us want to believe that someone 'out there' will be coming to save us
from ourselves. That is not going to happen, any more than the rabid dogs
of capitalism will somehow magically loose their appetite for War, War,
and Lots More WAR!
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- Love will win in the end, even if it has to live in the
ashes of this society's nearly irreversible mistakes. How strange that
it has taken such a total and complete failure to even begin to arouse
the public to what's really going on across this planet. . .
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- kirwanstudios@sbcglobal.net
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