I heard someone on the radio today say, "Utopia 's just not gonna happen. It just isn't." I felt great empathy for him. I heard another bit about another guy who wrote a book, a thesis or wait... Yes, it was a 'manifesto' of modern living' what kind of living I do not know. I believe the host of the show mentioned which kind with aplomb and a heady bon-vivant sort of like it was a butter-dripping fact or something. Humans are nuts. His thing was about how creativity is not a special gift but a learned thing that we get better at with practice. Whatever the case, I just turned him off. Literally. On the radio. But first in my mind.
Can you imagine how little we know about the human mind and its connectedness with laws of the Universe that we have yet to discover? The laws and the Universe I mean. Sure it's fine to set the Hubble Space Telescope adrift in the far-reaches of our home galaxy, the Earth's that is, and call it lemon pie. But really. It appears to me that Humans are really not using their noodles very well at all.
Take the anti-Utopia guy for example. Holy shit just give up right? We become what we think about I've been told by wiser people, and I believe it. So if you think we're fecked, well then I guess we're all fecked. It's sad. We sit here on this blue marble and allow crazy power-hungry sadists to run our world (not the politicians, they're all too stupid) and we complain about the weather or the ball score. We're fecked all right.
Can you imagine if most of us spoke of Utopia a lot? What would that mean? Obviously we would have to allow for an indeterminate number of Utopias to exist, since if they were filtered through a million minds, there must be at least a million versions of Utopian society one would think. And what if we put together several billion of those into a simple catch phrase or tag line as people refer to that sort of thing now? Can you imagine how quickly crooked bankers and the 'Three-Sister' institutions that brokers our future on this planet would crumble and fall? "One Earth, One Future" I say. We need to start promoting the concept of Utopia around more. Every school child over the age of five or six should understand the basic concept. The idea that we are giving our kids, the future of this planet, toys that glorify war (as in realistic video-games not toy guns by the way although, still) is really ludicrous. Who's running that scam anyway? Ever thought that one through? You should try. It's good exercise. For your brain I mean.
And speaking of which, I just heard that insurance companies, (the other bastards that run everything) are going to decrease your life insurance premiums if you use specific high-tech wearable gadgets that will tell them if you rode your bike to work or how many sit-ups you can do. Good God. Just give it all away people for a fifteen percent reduction in your yearly bill. Life insurance made better. Feck. When I die, I want it to be a REAL tragedy. Feck life insurance and the greasy slime-balls behind that racket. Caveat: Just like with banks, there are lots of really decent folks working in Life Insurance. Don't get me wrong. There is however is the question of morality, general decency and love of fellow man that appear to be missing at the tip of these corporations like one of Teddy's button-eyes.
So go ahead, connect with the company that built your automobile so they know where you go, what you do, how fast you accelerate and how many passengers you may or may not have. They'll sell that info to the top bidder. Really. And you just gave it away. The Insurance industry sure has balls though eh? They know how to make a profit. You sure don't. Fifteen percent they offer if you can prove on a daily basis that you are healthy and less of a rick to insure. Lesson One: Don't live near a cement company. Those trucks are big and they may run you over. And your insurance company will know when one hits you. Lesson Two: Never accept the first offer. Fifteen percent indeed.
Once your dead, that is to say your soul or essence has left your physical bio-vestle and transformed into a a different energy modality, I heard that instead of fire or rotting you can chose to become compost. Now that's fun! Just throw Uncle Bill into the compost heap. He'll be cooked by springtime. Sure would save a lot and warm cucumber sandwiches and miles travelling to places you never went when guys like Uncle Bill were still alive in their bodies. Vegetable food. Maybe that's Utopia.
Can you imagine how little we know about the human mind and its connectedness with laws of the Universe that we have yet to discover? The laws and the Universe I mean. Sure it's fine to set the Hubble Space Telescope adrift in the far-reaches of our home galaxy, the Earth's that is, and call it lemon pie. But really. It appears to me that Humans are really not using their noodles very well at all.
Take the anti-Utopia guy for example. Holy shit just give up right? We become what we think about I've been told by wiser people, and I believe it. So if you think we're fecked, well then I guess we're all fecked. It's sad. We sit here on this blue marble and allow crazy power-hungry sadists to run our world (not the politicians, they're all too stupid) and we complain about the weather or the ball score. We're fecked all right.
Can you imagine if most of us spoke of Utopia a lot? What would that mean? Obviously we would have to allow for an indeterminate number of Utopias to exist, since if they were filtered through a million minds, there must be at least a million versions of Utopian society one would think. And what if we put together several billion of those into a simple catch phrase or tag line as people refer to that sort of thing now? Can you imagine how quickly crooked bankers and the 'Three-Sister' institutions that brokers our future on this planet would crumble and fall? "One Earth, One Future" I say. We need to start promoting the concept of Utopia around more. Every school child over the age of five or six should understand the basic concept. The idea that we are giving our kids, the future of this planet, toys that glorify war (as in realistic video-games not toy guns by the way although, still) is really ludicrous. Who's running that scam anyway? Ever thought that one through? You should try. It's good exercise. For your brain I mean.
And speaking of which, I just heard that insurance companies, (the other bastards that run everything) are going to decrease your life insurance premiums if you use specific high-tech wearable gadgets that will tell them if you rode your bike to work or how many sit-ups you can do. Good God. Just give it all away people for a fifteen percent reduction in your yearly bill. Life insurance made better. Feck. When I die, I want it to be a REAL tragedy. Feck life insurance and the greasy slime-balls behind that racket. Caveat: Just like with banks, there are lots of really decent folks working in Life Insurance. Don't get me wrong. There is however is the question of morality, general decency and love of fellow man that appear to be missing at the tip of these corporations like one of Teddy's button-eyes.
So go ahead, connect with the company that built your automobile so they know where you go, what you do, how fast you accelerate and how many passengers you may or may not have. They'll sell that info to the top bidder. Really. And you just gave it away. The Insurance industry sure has balls though eh? They know how to make a profit. You sure don't. Fifteen percent they offer if you can prove on a daily basis that you are healthy and less of a rick to insure. Lesson One: Don't live near a cement company. Those trucks are big and they may run you over. And your insurance company will know when one hits you. Lesson Two: Never accept the first offer. Fifteen percent indeed.
Once your dead, that is to say your soul or essence has left your physical bio-vestle and transformed into a a different energy modality, I heard that instead of fire or rotting you can chose to become compost. Now that's fun! Just throw Uncle Bill into the compost heap. He'll be cooked by springtime. Sure would save a lot and warm cucumber sandwiches and miles travelling to places you never went when guys like Uncle Bill were still alive in their bodies. Vegetable food. Maybe that's Utopia.
