Remember Deep Deep

In our new world, there are portals everywhere. You may see kids get sucked in by the TV-screen. Their body is sitting in their room, but they spend their actual moment somewhere else. They are so used to artificial realities they can’t really tell the difference. Well… can you tell the difference?

Maybe a few hundred years ago people had paintings as portals. They had to use their imagination to animate pictures, and they were able to do that. There was a need for an effort to take a trip to the other side. Artists and customers were equally passionate about the whole thing because of that. There were huge scandals and conflicts around some paintings. Some of them became emblematic and evolved into a source of inspiration for other artists, musicians, poets for centuries.

You don’t really see anything like this now. Of course, there are drugs, but their effects are unknown and dangerous, besides people need to make a real effort not to go crazy taking them. The majority won’t take this risk. There are zombies glued to couches, chairs, beds, entering virtual worlds without having anything to do to achieve it. Nobody really cares. Media is the brain candy the masses take instead of living their story. The impulse to dream and create is just fading. You have readymade fantasy realms to be transported to.  Tremendous crowds are put to mindless sleep that way.

Those who still need excitement, but have no idea what to do may become villains. As a matter of fact, they are only victims and some of them are really nice people. But there is another way.

Words and images have the greatest power over mankind; this hasn’t changed since the Stone Age.

Those who master the science of the two will become magicians. Well, we all know how to do it, but we don’t pay attention. Artists in the media are the new magicians. Sometimes you wonder how such clumsy magicians could crawl their way up there to sell their crappy magic, but some of them are really good.

If you look at the programs on TV, or any other intellectual product that surrounds us and we accept as part of culture, most of the time it is nothing really spectacular. It is the same kind of random, nonsense bullshit that goes on in your head 24/7, it’s just that you don’t materialize it. Each person’s head is full of valuable ideas; they just don’t recognize the interesting ones. Instead, they pay attention to those thoughts that are unnerving, envious, jealous, egocentric and boring. As it is, the magic trick is not really about how to create something new but how to select. You take the old patterns, vary them, leave something out, put something in, this is how just anything is made up.

Writing a book or talking on TV doesn’t mean anything. Fame doesn’t exist. Who would you be famous for? It’s just us. It’s just you and me faking that there’s something meaningful going on. Faking it until we believe. And believe me: any amount of suffering makes more sense than what’s behind the mask.
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I remember now that I forget for a reason.

Déjà vu is the portal to the memory. And deep down in a jungle of fractals, in the center of a labyrinth of loops there lies the truth that we cannot stand.

Lies are all you can have. Life is lies.

Your human perspective must be preserved – don’t you throw that away on purpose.

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We think the media is significant. Or religion, or politics, or economy, or art, or science is. We believe these things are able to inform us about anything. We create these agents of global truth in order to replace God… but God never existed. We think they are important, so we defend them in outrageous ways. 

We quarrel and slaughter and we’re convinced we’re doing the right thing. And we are, in a way. Blood, pain, horror, war and tears are not the worst thing that can happen to us.

None of that really matters.

Nothing matters at all. But how do you profit from that?

Will the philosopher’s stone make you happy? 

Or does it make you feel empty and scared?

Do the beholders of the universal secret ever benefit from their knowledge?

How can you actually enjoy yourself knowing it’s all fake?

I may be wrong. Maybe any effort to remember is worth it. Maybe I’m not alone, and a breakthrough needs to be done.  There may be levels of reality that are closer to the source but are still enjoyable.