Music, words and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
As one delves deeper into unraveling the true nature of things, it becomes increasingly evident that nothing about this world defines much in the way of certainty. It’s all theater, variations on themes, recycled myths, stories and narratives, and endless apparent cycles of birth, death and renewal. What do we really know about the truth of anything?
A lot of people are paranoid and concerned about the ever-changing “terms and conditions” of these self-important technocrats operating social media giants. It’s a little ridiculous, and naive, if you think they’re only now capturing and getting a machine-learning high from all the data you’ve been providing, for free, for decades.
Read any of the comments, all of which parrot the same “how dare they!” sentiment, and you’ll observe a captured audience. Many of them even…
It’s all bullshit. If and when you start digging into anything and everything significant that seemed to occur in these past months — and perhaps years, decades or centuries — nothing about it is genuine. It’s all someone’s hidden influence, someone’s fiction, or someone’s delusion of shaping the world in their image.
This strange, infuriating, exhausting, personally expansive, psychologically challenging, emotionally maturing and character alchemizing year has been one for the books. Perhaps you can relate.
