DIVIDE & CONQUER
I have a vivid memory now of being taught various tactics of war, population-control, power and powerlessness, success and failure, that somehow got lost in my mind as something that was nothing but a part of my history lesson and was apparently unapplicable to how this world really was now. Not forever, which is part of the fiction, the facts being so fundamentally documentable. The working-class, the middle-class, the ruling-class. Blended into progressive democracy. National identity, good guys and bad guys, black and white, natives and foreigners, diversity as unity, though with definable limitations? Common folk and uncommon folk. Humanity always at odds with itself. Breaking down truth, variegating reality as something forever changing. Which makes no sense. You can miss the boat, stay in the boat, float your own boat, or jump ship and risk drowning in the tidal waves of ambition to be better than you really are, which is no worse than you always were. Going nowhere but where you always were. You just couldn’t seem to get to grips with it. It being the reality of pre-destiny? Looking for good in all the wrong places., with evil lurking behind every corner, tempting you to never be at peace till you have total control of your own matter? Everything you ever imagined you dreamed of. And if that’s the only thing that makes any sense, only your own death will prove you lived nonsensically, and nothing really mattered at all. But you only gave in when you realized you had no choice at all. Leaving only a legacy of broken dreams that were never meant to come true in the first place. Which is the last place you will ever be. Which makes no sense.
If the time to choose is always now, how can you not choose goodness over evil, without everything ending badly? If love is a child, should we never grow up? If we never grew up, should we never have been born in the first place? Which must be the last place we would want to finish up? Best to rule in hell than be undivided in heaven? We should put it to a vote? Majority rules? And justice is fairly arbitrary? Resting sensibly in peace no longer an option?
