American Internet culture reeks of putrid ignorance. Bombarded with smug users’ vitriol and shallow media, communication online disintegrated into a cesspool of rabid animals and instant pleasure seeking addicts. The marketplace and political tribalism dominate their online discourse. Images of cats and memes repeat on a never ending, soul sucking loop. It’s a flood of filth. Americans have been historically hostile toward British royalty, but Americans have given the royals of all nations plenty of reasons to be hated themselves. Even a subset of American Internet culture, which challenges authority with conspiracy theory, is bogged down by words like Illuminati, Red Pill, and Reptilian. As if watching a few videos and streamlining the acceptance of unfamiliar ideas led to their enlightenment, their words parade along the web, drumming up not only ignorance but more intense ignorance than ever before. Their general motto is as follows: “I have awakened. Now, my only purpose is to wake others.” More than likely, the same conspiracy theorists haven’t familiarized themselves with the works of Carroll Quigley, Antony C. Sutton, Manly P. Hall, and countless other authors who’ve poured their lives into their research. However, even with mounds and mounds of data, we all will struggle to grasp the totality of truth. I don’t recall reading a book created on a sturdy foundation of logic and research where the author describes the completeness of his understanding. I don’t think any author with an ounce of credibility would serve truth in convenient, bite size morsels because his or her consciousness supposedly reached the apex of understanding.
If we truly want to connect with others, let’s do without networking. This term is irreversibly damaged. It’s spoiled at its core, and it’s designed to be abused. No matter how compassionate we want to be, with networking, there will always be an agenda. Authentic conversations aren’t possible when our personal ambitions aren’t the furthest topic from our minds. Our insecurities, our salesmanship, and our desire to impress need to be squashed in favor of complete focus on the person in front of us and what we have to offer others. Compassionate speech and reciprocation must drive authentic conversation. Networking, in contrast, cheapens our conversation. We mar true communication by this aggressive drive to improve oneself, which of course, is concealed by a smile and a firm handshake. Similar to meditation, if we approach socializing with the mindset of getting something, we’ve already miscalculated and created situations ripe for disappointment. Let’s communicate without an agenda. Let’s be at ease. Without our ambitions gnawing at our consciousness, we’re free to give ourselves completely to others, and there’s plenty of individuals that do need our help.
When making a purchase, we’re declaring the worth of the company responsible for the sale – let’s not overlook the magnitude of this. The American public’s choice of Walmart over their local stores illustrates this perfectly. We not only allowed, but indirectly encouraged our small businesses to wither away and die off. These are entities that tend to care about the local community, but the American public voted with their dollars, and the gloom of cheap prices, cheap labor, and cheap quality products came roaring to the forefront. We sought cheaper prices, but what we really wanted was to fulfill a vision of a community that upholds family values, not a dehumanized labor market. Make no mistake, we’re not entirely innocent. We fed this pillaging retail monster with our unconscionable and reckless spending. Companies like this retail giant cannot dominate the market without us, and as long as we stay ignorant of their nefarious dealings and their wicked agendas and stay spiritually broken, we’re easily fooled by their false promises.
Do we think? Or are we automations? Perhaps we’re selecting convenient and soothing “truths” as if we’re ordering from a restaurant menu. Perhaps we have an innate ability to discern truth from lies, illusions, and political theater. We know it’s illogical to manufacture truth. We know we can’t cram truth to fit inside our insular world view. Truth cannot be replicated nor altered. Nevertheless, so many of us force ourselves to believe in lies, because truth does not fit in our established paradigm. We presuppose that the world can bend according to our ignorance, but the world can be seen without this distortion. The only prescription we need is awareness. Just stop. Stop. Pay attention to what we’re doing. There are many ways to help pause our stream of inane thoughts, and one such tactic is writing. Writing, as an extension of our brains, logs the experience and therefore, illuminates how we process the input traveling through our senses. We’re free to open up completely, because paper doesn’t judge. Free from the bondage of self-censorship, we’re more apt to detect any lies we tell ourselves. Cognitive dissonance might not slip by our consciousness as it does when debating with one another. When it’s just us, our thoughts, and the courage to see beyond our blinding biases, our fear dissolves.
Standard education attempts an impossible feat. This system is designed to jolt children out of their ignorance, teach them all the discoveries brought about by human exploration, deliberation, and experimentation. This system, unfortunately, also fails miserably. Schools, universities, and similar institutions aren’t always reliable in enriching our minds. It seems as though trite learning methods we employ actually train students to excel as trivia masters. Students, seeking to retain the specific facts just to instantaneously spout them off, miss the whole point of education, and sometimes a teacher revisits a scientific principle or a specific detail in the text so many times, students become reliant on rote memorization instead of learning, learning why this branch of knowledge is important and how it affects our lives. Schools attempted to accommodate everyone and continually drove the vitality out of education. I think we all remember worrying about what letter or number would appear on our work instead of concerning ourselves with the didactic material. Hand in hand with grade obsession, test taking techniques dominate the lesson plan instead of content and the meaning behind the facts. Any personalized endeavor to learn is decidedly absent in the classroom but fortunately, standard education isn’t the only route to knowledge. Let’s thank God that there’s no monopoly on information. Tenets in certain academic fields shouldn’t be treated as trivia regurgitated back to please authority.
Why do we place high demands upon ourselves when we’re weary? We don’t expect technology to run without a power supply. We don’t expect our food to grow without life supporting elements like air, soil, and sunlight. We all breathe the same air and walk on the same soil, so let’s not forget that adequate nourishment of our bodies and minds makes work possible and considering our own sources of energy, our feverish, authoritarian work culture only clashes with our bodies’ design. Work cannot be done with more work. If we allow our bodies to recover, unspoiled rest will automatically follow every period of diligence. Why not embrace our genetic design, which is imbued with this cycle of work, rest, and work? We only exert our minds and bodies because we’ve reserved time for our rest. When we are sick, exhausted, or lethargic, we cannot even expect mediocre performance. The biological need for rest is not, of course, an excuse to sleep excessively or rationalize our way out of our obligations at work. We’re not born only to self-indulge and reward ourselves with a life of leisure. This is us taking care of ourselves, listening to our bodies no matter what outside influences urge us to go on. Stopping our work, observing, reassessing what we’re really doing also makes possible any moments of clarity or insight. Rest enables us to work for the benefit of ourselves and others.
We would all like to pursue our dreams peacefully, undisturbed by the people who hate. We would love to believe that all good people receive abundant blessings and all the bad face appropriate justice. Sadly, this isn’t the case. We don’t live in a just world and never was it meant to be. Neither nature nor the laws that govern it care if your heart is pure. Life and the vast universe that supports it are truly impartial, totally unfeeling. No matter how nice we are, some people will try to rob us of our self-worth. Their irrational contempt for us turns them into destroyers, and we can see their handiwork in what makes our society sick: the bullying, the political animosity, the class warfare, and the prejudice based on illness, disability, income level, race, sexual orientation, and employment status.
Why are we so eager to buy what we don’t need? Are we so devoid of passion that in order to feel truly alive, we have to spend money? Is it really worth it to spend our precious time, time we’ll never see again, dreaming of and purchasing our very own status symbols? If you play this kind of game, you’ll need commitment. You’ll need your pristine luxury car in your garage, your house in a nice suburban neighborhood, and don’t forget your tablet computers and high-definition flat screens. With all these toys, we’ll probably feel complete for a short while, but do we love life, ourselves, and the people around us? On the contrary, too many people compete excessively with each other, and our psychological needs aren’t being met. In fact, psychological distress, spawned by a lackluster life, compels us to seek one thing: an escape.