It’s become a most disturbing revelation, an unavoidable reality in the paradigm we have willingly thrown our collective selves into. Eyes heads down, into machines, deeper and deeper into, has become a global pattern. Away from seeing the real world, into a way of seeing the world, the only way, shaped and molded by our connected family of friendships. Others we have never met but are bonded and glued to as tightly as we are to high definition moving screens. The world really is in our hands now, handed to us on small plate sized machines.
Finding the real world, that physicality, sensory filth and surround sound stuff, is definitely becoming much harder. It’s still there but you must travel longer distances, to places that haven’t quite yet reached a level of majority machine worshiping. Places where survival still outweighs the luxury of leisure time screen scrolling. Yet such places are only a Nano swipe from commercial immersion, swallowed into the world of fake fantasy cropping and photo shopping.
The small palm held view on and of the world is certainly a thing of many colours. It’s an unquenchable beast that demands more time focus and deliberate determined and dedicated commitment from an insatiable global horde of hungry consumers. The dangers are extreme of course, individual disconnection from a physical world, even when connection with other online beings can be in the billions.
But the rewards are higher, especially when the hook is baited with the promise of so much more. With every click you can design shape and fashion your world, your very own internal world. Projecting that to billions of others is a powerful aphrodisiac, a billionth of them responding is a feedback loop of orgasmic hit after hit.
We really are in a revolution of the mind, a human made evolutionary leap, mammoth in extreme measures. A global collective is within our reach, a simple gathering and garnering of human consensus, especially on matters of great and pressing importance. Only our individual ego can stand arrogantly insecurely in the way. And therein lays the issue at our crossroad.
We are all virtual Gods now, able to shape and shift reality into whatever we perceive it to be. Of course none of it’s real at all. It’s just more of many things that we have been told to believe.
But we are not Gods. Such entities are reportedly all pervading presences observing guiding and manipulating our daily lives. We are simply mere mortals playing with machines.
God like machines.
Observing whats real is becoming increasingly difficult. This site is my view, my perception and my commentary on what I believe to be real, from my own unique position.