December 22, 2008
Despair At The Inestimable Task
To what end?
That really is the question…
I can keep reading. Keep learning. Keep practicing. Keep exploring. Keep writing. Keep Thinking.
But to what end?
To create a sufficient puzzle of success, for maintaining control of my mind, at least for a while… For maintaing control of my life… within certain constraints of political / economic environment… for a while.
But there are minds far greater than mine. Men with far more experienced than I. And there are more of them than just me.
I am despairing some what, yet again, at the inestimable task of what has become my tri-fold life purpose:
- Facilitate the elimination of the parastical class
- Faciliate the rise of commercial biological immortality
- Raise a brilliant and joyous family
If the psychologicaly, emotional, and financial tazer gun wounds from the mounting Orwellian European Big Brother State serves to block the full capacity of my thought and feeling - and the clarity of genuine experience and deep insight… Then my numbness for goal 3 is both complete, and self-imposed.
My emotions are numbed by the apparent distance of number 3. A task seeminly beyond 1 and 2.
For I can not tolerate the notion of a family born into this world.
And so my frustrations stir at the parastical class. But each and every moment that I am connected with my values of life, liberty, and happiness, this one question burns and churns around my mind…
…Can they, the parasitical class, be eliminated?
On reflection, maybe it is somewhat the wrong question. Maybe that is too head-on, hence the apparent unfeasibility. Maybe the better question is this… How can they, the parasticial class, be defeated?
For this blog on life success, and neuroplasticity of thought, very much involves the environmental situation of our times. The philosophical, political, social, economic culture that surrounds us. Supporting the development of our mind. Or crushing it.
And to be master of his castle, each man, and indeed each woman true to her feminine nature. Must cherish and protect the inner dimensions, by protecting our lives against the forces that control the outer dimensions.
But defeating a network that is now evolving into a network without a network through international 'law and order', can (I imagine) be defeated only by removing the struts that support it. And what are those struts?
To seek, to know, to dare to ask, and to know when to keep silent - Gradually, slowly, piecing together an emotional super-puzzle that juxtaposes both sides in this war of two worlds. Good vs Bad. Us vs Them. The Ron Paul's of this world against the Barack Obama's of this world.
But which way to turn. To Carroll Quigley? And his 1300 page book of history. But then what? Book after book. For how long, how far, where does it lead… So many directions, options, choices.
The map remains as unclear to me that the smoke-and-mirrors of politics used to be.
But now I see through their facades - which brings torment. Yet the map in my hands is smeared - which brings despair. Captain of my ship, yet directionless, really. Canons flashing and sounding around me. I point my rudder forwards. Forwards into the smoky mist of the future. I will not accept their chip.
Through chance, a thousand curiosities, the library of the world, and my compass of reason - I am urged to go on.





