“This state is elevating as the hurt turns into hating…”

 

 

Since I was not blessed with overwhelming beauty of countenance, I’m forced to believe serpents slithered into my nursery and licked my ears clean:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassandra

Heaven knows that’s why I drink.

It dulls the voices.

 

 

Even as a very young man, I saw the chips falling.

So much so, that – despite being bright, well-spoken and extremely creative – I vociferously pursued a career with the US Federal government.

I wanted to make the nation better or, at the very least, stem the bleeding.

[Such is the exuberance of youth.]

I eventually found myself in the INS.

Then, as it changed, in Homeland Security.

What I failed to see – in my youthful hubris – was just how badly the cancer had metastasized.

 

 

Needless to say, it wasn’t long before my personal ethics signed my [professional] death warrant.

Not only did my credo get me ousted but it also prevented me from working the election polls [as only registered Democrats or Republicans can work them, in my home state].

Now, if I had to choose one thing – above all others – that alienates me from so many, it’s my nigh on pathological aversion to dichotomous thinking.

 

 

Which brings me to the following:

A preponderance of men in the ‘sphere advocate “learning a trade”, making use of the “underground economy” or both.

As it would take me hours to search through them all, here’s just a smattering:

Perks of being a “prole”

http://illusionofsanity.com/blog/?p=1009

http://illusionofsanity.com/blog/?p=939

http://stagedreality.wordpress.com/2013/07/20/what-i-learned-in-a-week-at-the-trade/

 

 

Permit me to be clear, I’m not saying the above is bad advice, per se.

What I am saying is one must understand this:

Should you choose that path, you will alter no greater course.

You will affect no significant change.

You will keep the machinery running while the machinery runs you.

You will be permitted to continue; you will survive.

But you will be, in effect, a Morlock:

Morlocks are a fictional species created by H. G. Wells for his 1895 novel, The Time Machine. They dwell underground in the English countryside of 802,701 AD in a troglodyte civilization, maintaining ancient machines that they may or may not remember how to build. Their only access to the surface world is through a series of well structures that dot the countryside of future England.

Morlocks are humanoid creatures, said to have descended from humans, but by the 8,028th century have evolved into a completely different species, said to be better suited to their subterranean habitat. They are described as “ape-like”, with little or no clothing, large eyes and grey fur covering their bodies. As a result of living underground, they have little or no melanin to protect their skin, and so have become extremely sensitive to light.

 

Of course, the servants of the Leviathan are quite easily perceived as the Eloi:

By the year AD 802,701, humanity has evolved into two separate species: the Eloi and the Morlocks. The Eloi are the childlike, frail group, living a banal life of ease on the surface of the earth, while the Morlocks live underground, tending machinery and providing food, clothing and infrastructure for the Eloi. Each class evolved and degenerated from humans.

The main difference from their earlier ruler-worker state is that, while the Morlocks continue to support the world’s infrastructure and serve the Eloi, the Eloi have undergone significant physical and mental deterioration. Having solved all problems that required strength, intelligence, or virtue, they have slowly become dissolute and naive. They are described as being smaller than modern humans, having shoulder-length curly hair, chins that ran to a point, large eyes, small ears, and small mouths with bright red thin lips. They are of sub-human intelligence, though apparently intelligent enough to speak, as they have a primitive language.

 

Now, I won’t ruin the story for those of you that have yet to read the novel, but the question of which is the Alpha and which is the Omega is not a puzzle easily solved.

Much like the paradox I’ve always believed Mankind to be, it is deeply simple yet remarkably complex.

Regardless, the tragedy remains:

Both groups left their humanity in their distant past.

 

 

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