Life That Tilts Off Balance

Every period has its bias, its particular prejudice and its psychic ailment. An epoch is like an individual; it has its own limitations of conscious outlook, and therefore requires a compensatory adjustment.
~Carl Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul

Balance is the magic word. It opens doors. Not only figurative passageways but it opens actual, physical doors. Take a car just submerged in water for example. The pressure imbalance holds the doors tightly shut. For the opening to materialize, the pressure must equalize. Once equilibrium is complete, life can resume and possibilities can flourish. The human intellect seeks this balance as well. We trap ourselves and create unnecessary problems if we give too much importance to a particular viewpoint. Time and time again we realize our speculations and agreed upon truths were imperfect and were unable to hold up against impartial scrutiny and behaving like the fools we are, we swing our theories and facts completely in the opposite direction. We overcompensate for our inaccuracies. As we do this, we catapult ourselves further away from truth. Today we completely disregard archaic wisdom in favor of scientific materialism and end up almost as blind as our ancestors. Our ancestors placed overwhelming emphasis on the supernatural. We do the same today with science and technology. Science squashed the supernatural, and in many ways we benefited from that. However, the choice to depend wholly on science is marked by serious flaws. Science only studies and diagnoses the physical heart, and it neglects the intangible, the heart and soul of humanity. How can the intangible heart be salvaged? How can the meaning of life be resurrected? We live in times of strife and human indecency while under the supreme authority of science. By overemphasizing matter, we’ve been hit with a spiritual crisis.

We prolonged our lives through scientific progress but at what cost? What’s the point of living if we’re reduced to insignificant, interchangeable parts that make up an economic machine? We put forth extreme effort into this inhumane, soulless machine. Forget about being good people, we want money. Money is our currency, which is energy, which is power. We intensely crave it because without the currency flowing into our pockets, we feel useless and worthless and less than human. Many women declare that those without this energy are inadequate. To avoid feeling this inadequacy, we strive to become irreplaceable parts. We want to be irreplaceable parts in the machine and receive more energy than anyone else. Essentially, we’ve abandoned our humanity to serve as these irreplaceable parts. It’s as if we volunteered to be merely vessels for what is coveted, which is currency, energy, or power. This choice might be pathetic, but it’s also logical. The economic machine rewards its high caliber components. It rewards them with rushes of abundant energy and if the machine only gives us a trickle, it means we aren’t being very useful. Even worse, the absence of a current or in other words, no money, means that we’re classified as broken. When we are penniless, we’re not only poor but we are broken. This describes a human resource, not a human being. The machine manages objects, not people. While the economic machine manages its resources, it rewards utility. It doesn’t reward goodness and definitely not authentic compassion and like unethical addicts we are, we ask for a torrent of currency no matter what the cost. This money grabbing dystopia is a natural consequence of overvaluing science. We overcompensated and abandoned the intangible altogether, and the feminist movement overcompensated in kind.

The feminists envied those high caliber components being fed with respectable amounts of energy. Not satisfied with marrying for power anymore, they wanted to directly serve the machine themselves. They themselves wanted to earn the currency rushing out from the machine’s power supply. However, they’ve overdone themselves. They have overextended themselves with their mythical patriarchy and their unproven wage gap theory. Their arguments aren’t effective because the economic machine knows only utility. There is no point in discriminating on arbitrary qualities like sex, race, and age. Such action puts in jeopardy the company’s competitiveness. Hiring managers, on the other hand, may discriminate, but they themselves cannot represent the whole company and certainly not the entire economic machine. What could be the cause of this self-proclaimed victimhood? Could an innate feeling of inferiority fuel these imaginary monsters they so rail against? Possibly, deep down feminist women know that men and women possess different strengths and weaknesses and by emulating men, women only made themselves poor imitations of men. If there’s anything to hope for, it’s a humanized economic model. The droves of women entering the workforce could have provided that humanized quality, but the machine is now as heartless as ever. A return to equilibrium is in order. Although this equilibrium doesn’t entail women abandoning the workforce all together, it does involve the reclamation of women’s femininity and men’s masculinity. The feminist needs to understand that men and women aren’t interchangeable. Sex places limits on what is possible. Despite the egotistic feminist hysteria, women aren’t omnipotent superheroes but mortals with faults and weaknesses.

As long as we all serve the economic machine, no one is spared. Many men, as human resources themselves, are also thrown into the pile of broken, defective parts. Worse yet, they hear the shrill complaints coming from women in the same discarded pile and are justifiably disgusted. Where is this mythical beast, named the patriarchy, to save all the downtrodden, ignored, and forgotten men? The machine does not care about either sex. The machine treats humans and technology as interchangeable parts. As we focus too intently on pleasing it, we neglect the heart of humanity and lost the magic word. This magic word unlocks passageways to the human heart. Its name is balance. Nobody can help resurrect the heart of humanity when all are blinded by their own personal suffering. The fact that you cannot find the right mate, the right job, and the right lifestyle for you is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. The labor force laments that the machine reduces them to disposable parts, but that is the nature of an unsympathetic economic machine. Feminists complain that the machine treats them unfairly and withholds their due credit but again, that is characteristic of a soulless economic machine. Why do feminists keep coming back for more and more abuse? There is not a way to surgically implant a heart in this machine. Their curious fixation might be related to their attraction to the quintessential bad boy, the bad boy being the Anti-Christ archetype. The Anti-Christ is the official administrator of the economic machine. He is the one with the power over this world and once humanity is fully inside, assimilated and completely overcome by the machine, there will be no more doors leading to the human heart. We will be used and discarded as the frigid, heartless resources we chose to be.