Once upon a time, when dragons still ruled the skies, and the villagers' unified visages of creepy psychonauts, reducing the community's rehearsedly unsuspecting herd, into dysfunctional, worthless individuals, by their nightly, heathen rituals.
The enlightened ones, as they were told they were, believed in the infallible and idealistic concept of absolute communication; The intrinsic ability to copy each other's thoughts and emotions perfectly.
But one day, an astutely bigoted farmer, formulated his debut question of unforeseeable reprecussions: What if the granularity of any of our protocols of informational exchange, are simply too coarse and inexact to effectively describe any state of conscience exactly? That when people agree on a topic in a typical conversation, they have really just arrived at a point in the discussion where any further incompatible difference between each of their subjective mental images are overlooked or classified too insignificant to care.
The farmer's consequential daydream extrapolation, from acquisition to application, of this intently profound insight, depicted a phenomenally beautiful decomposition of society's questionable heritage, of illogical doctrines, vaguely based on grotesquely misinterpreted philosophies, tailored to incite mankind's simpleton fears of the ultimately unknowable and thereby define and inaugurate a stable foundation for capitalism, control, power and fascism.
But then a dragon flew down and ate him.
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When superficiality reigns your reality, you are already lost in the sea of normality.
15 Nov 2012, 2:48 am
