Being fully awake in a global lunatic asylum is enough to make a person go insane. It feels like I’m stranded on an isolated island with a handful of traumatized survivors, surrounded by a sea of sadomasochists, homicidal maniacs and delusional cult members. The lifeboats have all sunk.
On the other hand, if the world was as we know it should be, there would be so little drama as to render it mundane. I just wish it was “less” insane. The insanity seems to give my life meaning. And the hopeless situation teaches the lesson of acceptance. Acceptance would be a difficult lesson to learn in an world without the cult like insanity of statism.
It is curious that the universe should construct itself in such a way as to allow for the creation of mass delusion, but I suppose it cannot be any other way. In order to know what sanity is, the opposite must exist. In order to know what peace is, the opposite must exist. Without opposites, it is impossible to recognize the existence of anything.
I often wonder why I am so privileged to see the mass insanity of our culture so clearly. I could have easily been born into different circumstances that would have prevented me from ever awakening. Yet still I view this knowledge as a double edged sword. If I was still asleep, I would be much happier.