Individualist Descent

In nature, the individual does not exist. If it does exist, it does not exist for long. Fast forward a hundred years and every “individual” is gone.

Within those hundred years so any espoused individual today bludgeons along, patching up the mental haywiring and ensured, yes, this post in the cog means everything — if not, then at least a devoted catalogue, one’s musings to burial, perhaps to exalt and rise a soul; that is, to spend one’s terminating life all but seeking it in their death. Such glory! So one can imagine, clicking through the Hollywood stars of the 1950s. Who remembers? Well, it meant something back then, maybe. Maybe even today, inspiring the new marching individuated generations, readily ejecting their very foundations!

Wikipedia purveyor you are, perhaps you stumble across notable 17th century nobles, whether sporting some great patronage or perhaps pushing along the rest of the folk in their delicate plans now apparently scattered. Or is it? I can’t help wonder whether they disguise themselves in the modern information circuits, or did they all truly die out. What caused their demise? Perhaps it’s embedded in the word “descent” and we ought to call everyone now an “ascendent” and redefine the blood rivers to rise up and climb and defy common analogy, annexing gravity newly as levity.

Taking stock of one’s body and those inner drives and how each tick rises: how difficult a bridge to cross, for those so certain they “won’t be like their parents” or that they’ll “surely move up the rung or two” and maybe. One can hope! How we all chug along!

Maybe the Roman royalty plays around with the populace even today, in our own prisons so illusory. Maybe the way the world is configured is to get “everyone on the same page” or, that is, to make sure one crushes any delusional fragment left on how they make sense of the world. Only when one has lost everything and looks at their promise-fractured land could they begin. Such fortune is reserved only for those who no longer have Youth readily a shield and dismissal; my life will begin someday, not like this geezer! I still have time!

If you want to understand someone, just look at where they come from… holds true in many respects, but not in their current Belief Set. The alacrity by which media giants infect each and it’s a dice roll, really, on what you end up holding to be the True Political Configuration, or the True Spiritual Inclinations, or perhaps a pervading indifference when you see yourself as the prole playing along in predestined rituals, donations to Israel, let’s build the third temple!

Life only persists through family, and how many now scatter as chaff in the wind! I suppose this was the eugenicists’ plan all along, an operated paperclip appended to history’s course. When the slaughter starts, close to your soil, maybe then the “individual” wouldn’t be such an attractive position, perhaps.