The apocalypses of the mind.

The fact that most people I have talked about this cannot possibly give me an answer outside government-institution-democracy-economy paradigm makes me think we have indeed made ourselves prisoners of our own creation.

The ‘thing’ is that the most successful story every manufactured turned out to be reality –as we now it- (literally).

Let me tickle your wondering neuron:

Can you imagine people living in this planet, at this point in time, in a group that does not involve definitions such as ‘economy’, ‘democracy’, ‘nation’, ‘institution’, ‘citizen’, etc?

Can you?

Did the image of a tribe somewhere in the Amazon or Antarctica popped into your mind?

I bet that after that fleeting image of native humans, you were left with a ‘hippie-hipster-mason jar- conspiracy theory lover-Greenpeace-radical-weird-communist-person’ uncomfortable feeling.

Isn’t that curious?

The fact that our ability to imagine, to reach for the infinity of possibilities that entail the human mind (even soul if you so dare to mention it), is pretty much labeled, organized, manufactured and pretty soon delivered by imaginary branded drones to our ‘opinion’ zone, is in fact, for me, the sign of the end of –human- times.

All I have been asking for is an image of a possibility.

I have not questioned religion, politics, race, geo-location, or even reality itself!

I have apparently challenged people to try and see beyond the ideas that we have been trained with, sold and fed as dogmas, as pillars of existence.

I have to encounter yet someone <including myself > who does not defend the same ideas I am asking to dissolve for a second, as if those ideas were theirs, as if they came straight from their gut, from our human nature.

I am afraid that most inventions we currently live under (emphasis on the word under) and that weigh down our existence are nothing but that: inventions; ideas and very well executed plans of some people that became the rule of living.

Scratch that, they became the rule of ‘earning a living’.As if living itself had to be earned, in pecuniary value.

Imagination has been replaced, it was traded some time ago in a private market. At the same time our ability to exercise it was given some soma in the form of ‘material success’.

Our imagination is laying dormant, yet it still makes us feel uncomfortable with this reality from time to time. doesn't it?

[image of red pill- blue pill surfaced? → I rest my case]

Until it awakens, until we are able to see beyond the propaganda, we are living, without a doubt in my mind, the apocalypse.