Saturday Thoughts 💭

    And on the 7th day, He rested. Today might be that day. Who knows anymore. The truth is so diluted and twisted, everything seems to be out of whack. At this point, I don’t even know whether or not I believe the Earth is round. That’s how far down I am in the rabbit hole. That’s how deep this entire thing goes. I am completely and utterly losing my mind. What a joy it is. One must lose their mind in order to fit in, apparently. Although I would argue that fitting in has never been my strong suit. If everything is a lie, then what is the truth? Odds are, the truth is being fed to us in a mute and quiet way. That would be the best way to keep us deceived. By feeding us bits and pieces of info, scattered across the world, just to keep us entertained. Something so small and insignificant, that it doesn’t even trigger any alarms when announced. Something so minuscule, that we laugh or don’t even acknowledge it as it comes passing by our eyes. The whole world is under deception, evil which veils the eyes of all who walk the earth. Well, perhaps not all. Perhaps, there are a select few who know the whole story. 

    See, I don’t think the world will ever be able to unlock the entire truth. I believe it has been so fragmented, so broken down and twisted, that even those highest up probably do not even have all the information at hand. The reality is, once again, knowledge is power. If I ran the world, I would certainly not want my enemies knowing the same knowledge which I possess. I would do everything in my power to dilute it, to twist it, to deceive them from discovering the truth. I would make them even question it, if ever they did truly stumble upon it somehow. I would leave their minds in such a blender, that even their own sanity would be in question. The risk of them self-destructing and going insane, would be something only the strongest of minds would be able to survive. I believe that the very power of the Universe would be too much to bear for the average individual, who lives in ignorance and bliss. Overall, I suppose one could say that the machine is working exactly as it’s meant to be. Overall, we as humans live in the shadows. Plain and simple. We live in the shadows, being shaded from the truth. Yet we have grown so accustomed to the darkness, that we don’t even bother it anymore. We don’t even raise our arms in protest, we simply accept it and continue on in our own little world. We keep our heads down in the sand, staring at our phones, the blank voids which feed us endless dopamine hits. The very drug which has become the most addictive substance in the entire world. There’s nothing quite like it. Being able to hold the power of the world in the palm of your hand, having instant reactions and messages being sent to your brain at the literal speed of light, from individuals all around the world. So much power. Too much power. Too much dopamine. Too many interactions. Too many opinions. Too many voices. Too many words. Over and over and over again. The brain never shuts down, because the phone never sleeps. Never hits zero. Never dies, never lets go. As soon as it’s low? Charge it back up. We cannot afford to live without it. We cannot even manage to spend any time without reaching for it in our hands. The black screen calls us, by our full name- and we listen. We have been chemically induced to crave the attention that is brings. We have been bio-engineered to become dependant slaves to the machine. Say something they don’t like? Blocked account. Blocked account? Where’s our dopamine hit? The cycle is vicious. We have become drug addicts, and our black screens, the drug dealers. A never-ending cycle of highs and lows. Something which causes even the most rational human being, to completely lose their mind. Become nothing more than a soulless individual, who goes from place to place, chasing a never-ending high. But there is never enough. Never enough dopamine. The world operates on abundance. More, more, more. We are never satisfied with what we have. We are never content is the mundane. We struggle, every single day, without the black screen feeding us information and data which can help get us high. The world is trapped in a vicious cycle. A cycle, which will likely kill us.

    I do not for see a future, where any of this ends well. What is the next step? We attached it to our bodies? Then what? Dopamine becomes the new diabetes? We need to track our cycles, to make sure that our levels don’t fall too low? That we don’t slip into a comma, lacking enough chemicals to the brain? That we no longer crave anything else but our hits? That we lock ourselves into our tiny apartments, strapped in to the machine, feeding us dopamine 24/7? The future is a nightmare, and it’s something that we seem not to care about. We seem to be completely infatuated with what we have in our hands at all times. Who cares what’s going on outside of our lives? Did you see the new photo? New post? Like, like, like. Comment. Like. Post. Comment. Post, post. Comment. Laugh. Ha ha ha. Dopamine. Comment. Like. Comment. Laugh. Where does it end? or better yet- How does it end? I’ve yet to see a drug addict- addicted to drugs- come off and return to normal, peacefully. I’ve yet to see an individual who has experienced such highs, return to being so low. Much like heroin. Much like crack cocaine. How can one experience such euphoria, then expect to come back and assimilate into the modern world? The math simply does not add up. In fact, it does not even compute. The truth is much likely way darker than that. Yet again, back to the truth. Back to the idea that there is a truth to begin with. Back to the concept that we are yet again, living in deceit. What are the long-term affects of being linked to our cellphones 24/7? What happens to the brain after it’s been exposed to so much screen light and dopamine at such an early age? What happens when we grow up? All questions worth answering. All questions we are unlikely to find an answer to.

    The reality, is much darker. The reality is, we are the guinea pigs. We are the test rats. We are in the sand pit ourselves. An entire generation, an entire civilization, being experimented on like mice. We have no idea what the effects will be long term. We are in for one hell of a ride. Regardless, we ride on, soldier. We must continue to push forward into the unknown, for the greater good. At least, that is the theory. That is the thought in which has lead us to this mess. The greater good. To help all humanity. Except who exactly are we helping? And who exactly is pushing us forward. Once again, information. Valuable, highly significant, information. Something we the people do not have access to. So many pieces and details, in which we are not granted access to. Something we will probably never obtain ourselves. Why would we? Why would those who are steering the ship, give us information on our heading? The captain does not report to the crew. No. The crew, shuts up and falls in line. They learn to sit down, stand up, jump how high, and shut the fuck up. Simple. No questions, no problems. The good old army way. We are soldiers, don’t ever get it twisted. Soldiers of Earth. Soldiers, who are caught in an ugly war. An ugly war of lies and deception, caused by someone or something unknown. We all have the idea that there is an enemy, we all know that there is something at work. But we can never agree on it. Never figure hit out. Division has struck our ranks like venom. Even as we speak, the weakest of our soldiers have scattered off to their own worlds. The black void in which we hold in our hands, feeds us false information daily. The dopamine hits, reinforce our bad behaviour. The lies we are told, create fabricated realities within our heads. All together, we have been conquered. The world’s greatest army, the world’s greatest force. Split up, and divided. We have been conquered, without a single shot being fired. All over the world, fear and chaos have taken over. The very drugs which were meant to save us, has takes us under and made us slaves. We are now nothing more than addicts, begging for our next hit. Begging, for the good information. Begging, for funny posts and cool pics. Begging our minds to please, release us from our anxieties, and provide for us the very drugs which we need. We have been highjacked. We have been conquered.

    The human race is no longer what it once was. We think of ourselves as high and mighty, as the greatest form of life in the Universe. Yet here we stand, cold, weak, and alone. Divided and diluted. Reduced to nothing more that an online avatar, screaming out for our hit.

    May God have mercy on us all.

                    Amen.