Hey guys. Been a while. Playing follow the leader and starting my own Big TOE. Tom and Ted are the best and I'd like to thank them for stepping up to the plate first. Here's a short piece I just couldn't stop working on. I'm sure it demands a rewrite but if you've ever lived in a city I think you'll probably relate the issue below and I'd appreciate a response. Thanks everyone. Think Amore.
And We Aquarium Fish Loop in the Social Box
"It seems to have passed right by us that we already poses a form of telepathy. The miracle of communication involves the fact that I make small mouth noises and you instantaneously consult the culturally sanctioned dictionary and out your dictionary you construct a map of my linguistic intent and then through a series of grunts and nodes we assure each other we know what we mean." -Terrence McKenna
This portion is brief. It is for those that have floated about the social marketplace and networks that breed like stray cats throughout every metropolis. The club, the lounge, the circleÃ¢â‚¬â€it doesn't matter what you call the place. The transactions that occur in these chic to shady accommodations are dulling in their cloned similarity.
For those of you who have never entered the social clubs, it's largely disappointingÃ¢â‚¬â€either immediately or over time. People enter these arenas looking for human relationships like they're shopping for a brand of milk with the right fat content.
At the end of a long loud night/morning in one of these social boxes, I'd find myself on the street half deaf and observing the sky turn quickly from black to a glowing purple, and upon me would come the thought, "Did I just spend seven hours watching air get pushed around a room?" Even if the coveted hookup did in deed go down, I'd often feel I was no closer to anything other than a feel-good delusion via physical stimulation. There is often no real closeness encountered or exchanged there.
The problem is the loop doesn't change. The drudgery of the mask-on, mask-off behavior is constant and expected. The networking. The random hook-up. More often than not, the shit is a soulless as a 30 TV spot.
After exposure to these social boxes I felt what I really wanted was some kind of honest interaction outside of the obvious, like "Sex is good, yes? Sex with me yes?" Or the, "This scene sucks. Let's watch it suck, together from the corner," which very well maybe a variation on the former. The honesty I refer to is the kind that occurs when layers of unrecognized personal and consensus falsehoods are peeled away, and shared with someone else. That's how closeness is really achieved with others. The limitation of interaction and tedium in polite society amounts largely to expected responses governed by a fear of trespassing the invisibly agreed upon areas of discourse and exchange, which more often than not, is the repetition of programmingÃ¢â‚¬â€either our own or somebody else's. A multidimensional geyser of original experience is not going to burst forth from this dimension of meek or even vulgar chitchat, unless a jet engine collapses the ceiling.
After dealing in this world for quite some time, and recognizing what else is available, it seems what's really desirable is an exchange (suggesting at least two or more beings involved) in which the interaction (and beings involved) are moved by the very nature of the stream of communication though and passed their preconceived thought-forms, over and under their pre-programmed emotional response systems (which is where most people give up and hang-out indefinitely), way onward and out there to the membrane threshold of what all their individual reality was until that very moment which is then, finally, if you're having a really good conversation, penetrated and shown up to the clear mirror on honest apprehension, which takes the communicators straight down so powerfully out of the area of past and future and conjecture and into the shocking realness of the present so that neither party can scarcely believe that they are living a life such as this. It's an orgasmic and permanently altering shared moment. The honesty of everything becomes shattering. These types of moments are exactly what it's like the first time you fall in love and also the reason why you fall in love. It's also why you can't expunge them. Reality, life, is just too honest in those exchanges to forget. Isn't that from where we derive our sense of worth within the domain of interaction?
The aide to some others and the self's personal delusions for the sake of attention or cosmopolitan social momentum is not the point nor does it fit the definition of useful communication. It's apes swinging from minimalist-deco-oriental themed postmodernist trees getting crapulent and retarded on overpriced drinks all the while soothing each other that the other ape tribe's shit is for one lie or another somehow different from their own.
Consider the fact that you die, physically at least, and try saying something true of yourself to someone you think might be capable of comprehending it. Don't fret if they're not. Finding out for yourself is better than shopping for the perceived perfect milk. Unless you're truly lucky, those items usually come with a swift expiration date anyway.
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