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the North Power and Influence ("How’s the Weather?") It occurs to me, neither suddenly nor otherwise - like the empty, ordinary, diurnal, meaningless steps we all take [we walk because there is nowhere to go] – that I walk through treacle, between thought and deed; meaning and action; reality and interest. If I were dead, if anything, would I not feel this alone – this hopelessness, this emptiness, this despair for the future … not for me or any other little me’s which may appear, but for humanity itself. We strive, not to make a difference, but from fear of standing still, from fear that death will catch us – though death, when embraced, will not bring fear but take it. At times like this we converse - we say, "it’s a nice day" or "how’s your father?" or, as below … a direct transcript of a conversation I once had. Thought corrupts … as I mention below … our thoughts, possessions, ideas of who we are all lead to fear … fear of loss. One who acts through fear does not act freely and therefore cannot be influenced (we all need security for our families in terms of food and shelter) but ideas … is it possible to secure an idea? It’s a bit like trying to put a Tuesday into a box. Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: The people have the illusion of free thought and democracy, while at the same time they're being screwed royally … although they’re quite comfortably screwed as they have their drugs and pleasant time-passers – TV, alcohol, etc - supposed leisure pursuits. But this also leads to the thought cast in stone in most populous’ heads that it’s a sin not to work, etc, etc … work all your life then you get the pension you deserve, etc ... except a lot of people aren't going to get one because everything is so messed up economically. I have no chance - I don’t think - of getting out at 50. Of course, when you do retire, you’re so ingrained in conformity you don’t know what to do, so you inevitably stick your head in the oven … after realising that you use electric, you go jump in front of a bus! It’s all a bit dumb - but they can't or won't see anything other than what they have been taught to perceive - by parents – the continuation of indoctrination - their parents bought into the illusion, and so did they … through the media. Anything different is automatically crackpot and condemned and ignored. Although, wouldn't I rather have an easy life? I’m aware of all this stuff but I wouldn’t do anything about it - because I really don’t care that much. You can’t admit to that either - another taboo. Has there ever been any discussion of the nature and power of influence, how easy it is to influence a vast amount of people - or even one - especially over the generations? Certainly, in order to get along you have to be as they are - this means the elite - but as they are means you have to THINK as they do … hence the inevitable. Perpetuation of the game - elite/rich win - though they’re empty too mostly as they are participants in the same game that they don’t understand - except they’ve got more money. Now could it be that it isn't power that corrupts but THOUGHT. Based on education and habit [advertising] which perpetuates the game for the benefit of rich again. How to kill a People is to inculcate them with your thoughts - akin to selling Christianity to the Negroes – which is why missionaries were so important. Now you could ask who started the game? Or how to finish it or change it? Well, that I don't know. Or maybe ill leave it to the next time! Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Tommi: Salamander: Anyway the spirit has almost left me after that outburst! "So we live, so we die … no need to reason, no reason why." I strongly suspect that few are interested but, like the river being well up or the buses that come in threes, this is my world; these are my thoughts; this is me. And now I’m off for a little drink …
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