Narcissism, the last resort of the mediocre.
THE NIGHTMARE OF FAME
A waking nightmare in which people are obsessed with fame or infamy, and even the difference between these two states seems not to matter. Substance and poignancy, talent and craft…. Generosity. The passion to create without assurance of embrace seems discredited and mocked.
Opinions are formed out of nothing more than a seeming need to have them. The false belief that opinions and judgements and comments provide some kind of synthetic proof of existence and of worth.
Not everything that is thought is worth saying... and so much of what is said is not worth hearing.
When literalism replaces accurate substantiation and critical thinking, the world becomes very dark.
Social attention is no substitute for love, but if someone doesn’t know what love is, then this concept cannot be grasped. Nothing means anything. Every day is the same. Vacuous… desperate. Selfish.
Behind the blinding light-emitting diodes and the bubble gum flavoured air, breathed in, sucked from the world by the self-entitled. Behind every attention addicted constantly indignant judging new guru, leading packs of frightened hypnotised fools who have long since lost their identity…… their sense of purpose… those for whom these notions have never occurred. Those in search of a tribe to belong to. Behind it all… is no more than a swamp of platitudinous repartition, mindless voyeuristic cruelty and pain and mistakes made through stubborn ignorance. In an autocratic system……. Controlled……….. Manipulated. A society where history has been allowed to be erased. A system in which the only outcome of rebellion is a tightening of the grip. An ever more narrowing path. Asphyxiation.
A world where some kind of dark mirror has been passed through.
Compassion seems foolish. Quiet considered observations are shouted down in a deafening inundation of slogans and labels and lies that are never exposed, or if disproved, become even more powerful.
A shallow pit, where life is short………. And in the moment when it ends, who would really want to cling only to ‘’opinions’’ and a lot of fear and a sense of loss and longing, for lifetimes given away willingly to reflections, shallow, and only of the self ?
C Andrew J Pearson 2017
“Love is the only shocking act left on the face of the earth.” Sandra Bernhard
IN THE MUNDANE REALM.............
I'M WORTH EVERYTHING I CAN BUY
BUT NOTHING I CAN BUY WILL EVER MAKE ME WORTH LOVING
DON'T BE AFRAID
THERE IS ALWAYS ANOTHER
A WAY ........OUT
........................................................................................... CHOICE