Door to Door Go the Consensus Takers

Morning Thoughts #202

Oh departing humanitarians, you who love without arc, your fumbled torch is being rewritten into a pass. To whom? And is it a backward toss?

Door to door go the new consensus takers, “in name only” becoming the essence entirely! Oh false gods, ye so-called journalistic saints, Joans of this and that narrative arc! They bite into our brains while still on our branches! Brains they seek to prematurely ripen through dimwitted repetition, which makes a faintly believable impression of light only by its gross number! These self-heralded shepherds of inexperience, directing unceasingly to otherworldly realms, conducting serotonin lobotomy after lobotomy! The virtual planet, a satiated empty streak, where nothing real is digested and yet leaves no hunger for it either.

“Oh, we good ones,” they congratulate themselves, meaning we who possess a drain entirely unclogged as experience passes through. “We who do not alter a word of our first worldview draft, even as life, as lived, comes to pass.” This is truly what they congratulate themselves on.

Oh impending tyranny of the humanities, how could it be that it lacks such humanity?