Dots On The Wall
The Abstraction Becomes Clear
I sometimes slip into an alternate reality known as “but don’t they have a conscience?!” when pondering The Overlords™, as was the case in my prior post. Whatever naive hope is left in me seems to rear itself into language periodically, as if compelled by some force that wants to “fix it”, like the final flickering light of rationale set against the stark reality of a crumbling empire. The reticence of the super elite to involve themselves in objectives of genuine altruism toward humanity seems unfathomable to me. For a large swath of the population, initiatives like the Green New Deal and the Fake Meat Brigade seem like efforts to steer our ship into that benevolent future. Others of us see beyond the platitudes of institutional facade to a joke of epic proportions — a power grab so laughably massive in its scope that most don’t even see it, let alone believe it. But more and more of us are seeing it.
The word apocalypse literally means “an uncovering” and it’s easy to argue that the predominant force of the last ten years has been that of disclosure. The various spheres of power, seemingly individuated points of activity and influence, existing like dots in a Lichtenstein, have through the events of this apocalypse, moved from abstraction, to form a very clear picture — one of a formerly free republic, and of the world really, usurped by corporatism.