Monday, November 8, 2021

Piling on Pyres

Piling on pyres isn't new or original or exceptional and it cannot be ignored. Not for what it is, what it effects, and what it intends.


Piling on Pyres



What's already been said doesn't need to be said again.

But you wouldn't know that by little flames everywhere.

Those little flames everywhere would have you see: no flame die. But they would be wrong. Flames do. Flames have. Flames will.

Because oxygen isn't forever.

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Each of us is powerful. As bellows and pokers. As dousers and extinguishers. For every fire everywhere, each of us is responsible:

for doing something.

Because doing nothing is doing something. It's not dousing and it's not extinguishing. It's being a bystander who inacts. It's being an observer who ignores. And:

it's being present and walking away.

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That's not to say that that isn't how we got here. Because of course an arrangement that enshrines flame wars is baiting and piling on and baiting and piling on, to the rhythm of ticket punching and dues paying. 

That's to say: and...?

That that's what is done, that that's what has been done since before our time, that that's what will be done for all time is no acquittal of responsibility

It's an indictment of all we burn to the ground: for what?

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As if every consequence doesn't matter:

except one.

As for every other consequence? Fate, fixed and immovable, dispossesses us of our hand in every fire that breaks us. That is to say, a will not our own, relieves us of blame.

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Consequently: here is where we are. Teacups ablaze. Bonfires roaring with torched matchsticks. Mega fires raging across swells of masses.

It's nobody's fault.

It is what it is. 

Then what? So what? Really?

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When hearing with our own ears is nothing is heard and seeing with our own eyes is nothing is seen

what's already been said is echoed and amplified without friction and little flames everywhere are lit and emboldened without resistance.

Regardless of whether obliviousness or indifference or ruthlessness or hatred are to blame, each of us is responsible for every consequence of

what baiting and piling on and baiting and piling on is, what baiting and piling on and baiting and piling on effects, and what baiting and piling on and baiting and piling on intends.

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Because

ignorance and ignoring how we got here isn't bliss; no more than how we got here is innocent. To the extent that the future is written here and now

what do pyres write?


Note

As for

"Piling on pyres isn't new or original or exceptional and it cannot be ignored. Not for what it is, what it effects, and what it intends."

When (i) we bewail the current state of affairs as if such state of things is new and terrifyingly so; (ii) we incite flame wars as if it is extraordinary to immolate each other; and (iii) we applaud ourselves as if the worst is exceptional; (iv)

we ignore what cannot be ignored:

(v) our agreements that enshrine flame wars; our culpability for every fire that breaks us; and what we get

 when that which we aspire to, takes our cake and eats it too.

M

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Author's Note

When what threatens "life as we know it" is a fantastical figment of imagination, what "saves" life as we know it is a fantastical figment of imagination too.

Meanwhile, what threatens real life is not a fantastical figment of imagination. It's people who follow "violence resolves conflict." It's people who follow "money is everything." It's people who follow "freedom vetoes rule." 

Whether such violence assaults or imperils; whether such conflict is cultural or political. Whether such tenet exonerates hustlers who defraud what's fair game or tax shelter schemes that dodge accounting or material and immaterial currency boosted by baiting and piling on and baiting and piling on. Whether such freedom is tacit free will or upheld "right;" whether such rule is tacit norm or upheld "law."

Such that what saves real life is not a fantastical figment of imagination. It's people who with their own ears hear and who with their own eyes see: wrongdoing isn't nothing. No more than ignoring wrongdoing through obliviousness or indifference or ruthlessness or hatred, is good.

Such that when we follow "escape is real," (i) we are not investing in real lives, (ii) we are reducing energy, resources, and bandwidth towards addressing real people, and (iii) we are gamifying ignorance and ignoring real realities.

As if no one is answerable for pledging not our problem as our guiding virtue in all matters that threaten real life here and now.

M

8 comments:

  1. RealistheWorldNottheKWNovember 9, 2021 at 12:11 PM

    Only when the last oak is cut down, the last salmon is caught, and the last ocean is poisoned, will all of you escapist, ne'er enoughers, and not my problem'ers realize that you you can't eat money, fame, power, or flames.

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  2. Once upon a time, long before we all existed – there lived this bird. Not just any bird mind you, this bird was special. Every few hundred years, this bird of such bright colors of red and yellow would get it into its head that it needed to build a nest for itself and then light itself on fire so that its nest would become its pyre. But rather than just become ash, this funny little bird would spring up from its ashes and be born again… and again… and again. Cruel is this bird’s fate that it’s destined to do the same repeatedly as it’s part of the cycle of its life. We seem to have much in common with this bird except for one thing… We know what we do. We choose what we do. We know what we have done for centuries, eons. We have chosen what we have done for centuries, eons. And yet, we still keep making funeral pyres and pushing others into it before we ourselves jump in too so that we can be reborn from our ashes. Sadly, it’s just a few people each generation that seem to get the fact this vicious cycle of choice that so many make.

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  3. Long have men climbed my peaks, sailed my fjords, and traveled through blizzards for the counsel that they would have me give unto them. Long have I chosen not to share my counsel in the manner that they would have me – telling them to say this, do that, see all, or hear nothing. These folk, they do not understand for not doing or contriving, for not choosing this path or another, can I avail them a fate different than that which they choose. For I know what was and is, and as much as I understand their hearts, minds, and souls – what shall be. It is not my choice that destroys. It is not my choice that creates. And in the end, it is not our fault that you so choose to take the paths you follow because in the end you are the one with the choice.

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    1. Such a climb...
      Such a cruise...
      Such a trek...
      To be told...
      By the Shrek...
      Write your own check...

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  4. Last night, I read this masterpiece. I fell asleep. Sure that a wonderful dream was coming. Dreams of a place and a time that I have never been. Places where cones, cylinders, fractals, and colors are so vibrant, perfect, and well placed. Times where the young and old are led through the streets by those that can truly see and they willingly go with choices of enlightenment, betterment, and mutual universality. Instead in my dream, I watched in horror as the maidens of truth, honor, mutuality, and liberty were taken to a flame, wound in a sheet, and chucked in; only to be consumed to increase the wealth, the fame, and the power of each person around the pyre.

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  5. You are far,
    Feelings boon,
    Only in the moment,
    You nearby,
    I understand,
    That,
    It’s my time,
    To burn.

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  6. There is an old saying from a wise woman: Keep quiet with the deliverance of your fake smiles, pretensive actions, and hollow words so that I might have the opportunity to vent that which boils inside of me, extinguish the fires burning my soul, and slow the beating of my heart to a pace that allows me to not spontaneously combust.

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  7. One…two… three… four… I declare… flame war!

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