All the superconfidence that wasn’t even recognized by us but normalized, has been shaken to its foundations.
Nothing can be relied on now in the years after Covid. Ahead lies only uncertainty.
We surge up and down a rollercoaster of statistics and emotions, our stomachs already exhausted by the twists and turns of our new fate.
The world has gone mad, reality is overturned, the stable norms are no more, a seeming madness is loosed upon us all.
We have been infiltrated by things that should not be, our protectors have abandoned us. Is God dead or was that entity always the fictitious mental vaccine against facing our precarious lives?
Where are the dreams, the possibilities, the predictable pathways, the reliable norms? Where are the guidelines, where is the protection promised, what happened to our guardians, who now are our enemies?
The grand illusion of a safe, predictable, sheltered life offered by the fantasy-makers of TV and movie screen is leaking, dissolving in front of our eyes. The comforting smiles on the faces of perfect TV-families, composed of flickeringly convincing electrons are beginning to turn downwards into grimaces, mouths ready to open wide and scream.
A false dream is turning dark, morphing into a nightmare.
Every consoling and massaging moment conjured up by the soul-medics of a hundred studios are chewing their pencils in agonies of conscience. Do we reflect their pain? Or do we deflect their pain? Are we the agents of illusion? Are we the agents of delusion? What is our purpose now in the face of an endless catastrophe? To keep smiling, to pretend it’s not happening? To warn? To whisper the consolation of worse over there?
All is broken and will not return. The cracks appearing in the illusion are not illusory. They are extremely real signs that all is not well. Time won’t heal them, nor will doctors, priests or politicians. We must live with the neurosis echoing down into an activated subconscious we cannot touch.
Reality beckons but how to navigate that foreign land now that the comfort of blissful ignorance and an illusory safety are gone? There IS no certainty now except the certainty that we can be sure of nothing as we continue to live on in growing isolation, anxiety, panic and fear for the ground always shifting beneath our feet.
So much of what we knew on a small rock turning in space beside a furnace of boiling fury was based on an illusory concept of permanence, the notion that all was solid state now, fixed, that we few in wealthy lands were immune to whatever else was 'over there' happening to those we cared so little about. Weren't WE okay?
Find more unreality quickly? Indulge new appetites to convince us all is still fine? Identify new enemies to hate? Pretend it’s all going to be normal soon? Kill? Destroy? Break down and cry?
Where do we all go from here?
When all is broken, unreal, empty & unsure...
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