The True Version of the Big Picture We Live In
Delusional by Choice
I'd like to appeal for your empathy for a whole big bunch of careless folks usually called mankind. I'd like you to see their mishap of going unconscious as a result of their overzealous dwelling in a self-created Big Picture which is just as delusional as it is fictional.
The difference being that all our otherwise healthy daydreaming is accepted to be fictional, and we don't insist on its being real---whereas we do believe in reality of our delusions.
And so we go unconscious about our life, its priorities, its most pressing cries for improvement where it's due, even about our bodily needs for some relief by anything that might even remotely look like a stress management.
The Big Picture based upon a highly questionable and above all confusing constant flow of input by the news media is making sure that we don't snap out of our negative hypnotic spell. It's a ceaseless dark lullaby keeping us imprisoned in our nightmare.
Without our being even slightly aware of it, it has become a pandemic, as everyone around seems to be talking about the crazy details of the same Big Picture--- unaware how we are spending our life unconscious and believing in the reality that's only in our heads.
Loud Minority Magnified
"The world is falling apart...the end is near...we are all doomed...we are all going to suffocate in fumes of our pollution...and turn green from the plastic food we eat...and grow an extra ear from our exposure to radiation..."
Driven by an overstimulated survival instinct we swiftly make that short step from existential fear to hate. People have become so proficient at hating that hate started feeling good.
If it was not pathetically serious, it might even be seen as funny, as you see all those faces in a spasm of intolerance claiming how they are dealing with some facts. Poor devils---their facts feel so real to them, just like a nightmare does, while they are tossing and turning in cold sweat and sometimes screaming in terror.
It seems like an impossible task to impress these pilgrims of doomsday fate with the reality of some possible five billion humans around the globe who will never attract TV cameras during their entire life time---living an ordinary life, rearing families, working, finding joys in little things.
The worldview of those self-deceivers, their Big Picture is so contaminated by that "media-friendly" minority of shit-disturbers that in many cases it borders with psychotic obsession, paranoia being a major feature in that mass diagnosis.
Oh, by the way, allow me to refresh your memory about the definition of psychosis---so you don' think I am merely throwing in some bombastic words. Unlike neurosis, where the sufferer is fully aware of his personality issues, a psychotic's field of consciousness is narrowed, which doesn't allow his introspective abilities to be objective---so he believes that he is "fine", while those outside are crazy, or enemies, or whatever.
And then there is this third group, pre-psychotic, the borderline cases with frequent episodes of going through life unconscious and emotionally irrational. These are the ones I am mainly talking about in this article. They may appear so "logical", but their logic is entirely catering to their delusional Big Picture.
Fighting Some Windmills
Those of you familiar with the don-quijotesque tendencies of charging against some windmills while seeing in them bitter enemies---can clearly see the metaphor at work with such folks being described here.
Some of them may be religious fundamentalists, others political hot-heads, or those social instigators of hate as they play some loud mouth activists---racial, women's rights, gays' rights...etc.
They may protest these words by mistaking their life's efforts for a "devotion". While devotion is mostly healthy and involving an activity which is fruitful with some tangible and rewarding results, those hot-heads keep persisting in efforts where nothing gets achieved.
Metaphorically, we walk into a store with an idea to buy something, and many times we walk out empty-handed because the store doesn't carry our item. What we never do---at least those with a normal mentality don't---is to confront the store clerk with a blame for carrying only stuff for some other people.
Our normalcy tells us that other people have a right to their own taste. But, what are we basically doing by calling derogatory names people of different religions, political orientation, even a scientific approach? In which universe it passes for normal so much that we go loud around and proud of our logicalness, our fairness, our noble intentions?
What Really Gets Accomplished?
Some people don't mind demonizing others and then going to their church on Sunday---like schizoid types whose split personality allows them to display "both of them" without being aware of that duality. That's why I am calling them "unconscious" throughout this article.
In another article of a similar theme I challenged anyone to leave in the comment their achievements in their particular field of social/political activity---so I am repeating my challenge here.
Don't bother mentioning how a passing comforting of a "lost sheep" helped them to pick up their mood---because you didn't heal the person. And don't say how your activism strengthened the awareness among women---you didn't get them any new rights, you merely taught them how to yell those slogans in a chorus.
In all honesty, gays are not making a damn difference with their parading through town and by calling it a "Pride Parade". Simply because they are not converting anyone's opinion in their favor---those liking the parade approved of gays' rights before it, and those seeing something unnatural about homosexuality only got annoyed by the parade.
Likewise, when you come out to the streets for a political demonstration, you are really just venting out your feelings of disagreements---not sending a message to anyone. You might as well hysterically cry in a big chorus, and beg on your knees, or set ablaze a whole city block, with no effect whatsoever.
It's one of the realities of having a government---once you put them in place, they do what they want. Whether it's good or bad it's not up to me to say, but that's the way it is.
At my last visit to Hollywood I was not the only one annoyed by an overly imposing and loud group of religious activists advertising their beliefs. That instantly made me wonder: how do you persuade people to take you seriously if you are getting on their nerves? Well, again, folks are totally unconscious and running on automatic pilot programmed to force itself to be heard.
Some Get Up Before Count to Ten Is Over
Look at the international politics and you may recognize this same unconsciousness in the players.
In a parrot-like diplomatic routine they keep mentioning those "important" peace talks. But then they just shame themselves by merely getting on each others' nerves, not conscious enough to see how nothing in those talks had "peace" as a goal. All of them being highly educated, with even more educated advisers---they just can't produce international harmony.
Don't you find it a kind of shocking that their intelligence is also catering only to their imaginary Big Picture, not one in which they would serve the best interests of the world---meaning peace, cooperation, mutual support, humanness. They are just as knocked out by the frame of their Big Picture as the next Joe repeating some slogans and not even knowing what they mean---like mumbling in a dream.
After witnessing the embarrassing history of the global leadership merely excelling at forms of conflict, shouldn't we back up a little, and maybe realize how self-defeating is our investment of nerves in a Big Picture where even those at the top are not making much sense.
Couldn't we all wake up from that maddening chasing our own tails and start being responsible for the only game where we can really make a difference---our own lives?
I don't fancy to be a referee in a ring and I don't see this article as that count to ten---so wake up on your own, and by standing tall give yourself a winning chance in the next round.
Don't play by the rules, punch that Big Picture, step on it, kick it, whatever, but don't let it run your show anymore. It's not worth your time, your effort, your dreams. Replace that Big Picture with a few wallet ones---of your family, your friends, hey, slide-in one of your graduation, to remind yourself that you were a smart kid.