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2013-12-30 - 1:23 p.m.

The sinking of relationships in an age of individual icebergs

At this point in time, there is a false sense of importance placed on individual people and things. This horrible happening is a result of dominant liberalism that had infiltrated our desires, our hopes, actuality and even our sense of history and future. Materialism provides the ideological lenses that could save what has come to be an increasingly hopeless and depressing vision of the world. Here we sit on the cusp of global warming, increased distance between the haves and have-nots, our oceans are rising and the bacteria is getting wise to our antibiotics. We have polluted our oceans with plastic packaging, killed off the fish, and filled the oceans with the toxic byproducts used to produce the plastic packaging. Meanwhile we are morphing molecules guided to spend our time atomized; involved in ever shrinking screens that give us headaches, all while zipping through trademarked meals in our youth and then rushing to the local pharmacy to pay a fortune for trademarked pills in our old age. And the wise men warned us not to �throw good money after bad.� Well, apparently they did not know what strange rhythms the heart grooves into if denied a p.m. dose of Lipitor.

Relationships of all types continue to circle the toilet drain, while the individual is placed up on a bronze pedestal or entered into an IMBD database somewhere. But this is what we all aspire to, either the database or the statue.

People get divorces and families are separated as they chase made desires. Children who go to our schools are warned about the consequences of not doing the homework and jumping through competitive hoops because they will be entering a world where there are �successes� and �failures.� Should fifteen year olds already have bags under their eyes from sleep deprivation due to finishing a five page literary analysis paper on War and Peace? Frankly, I haven�t even finished War and Peace. Who needs to write literary analysis papers besides English majors? The biggest question of all is do we really want the world to have more English majors? So the teens are up late into the night, doing work that doesn�t even probably interest them. It is hard to see our beauty leaving us in the form of sags and bags so quickly, but do we really need revenge? We had our time in the sun, no?

To succeed. To fail. These are such broad and therefore unknowable artificially determined categories. When somebody tells me they have made a terrible mistake, it always begs the question �what does it mean to fail?� Is failure incommensurate with spontaneity? I find it inconceivable to view success as strictly a matter of planning, perhaps because my brother slipped through tubes that were supposedly tied. He came as an unexpected blessing. Perhaps my mother�s surgeon was not a cut above the rest. Apparently he was the rest.

 

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