Howdy Patriots, welcome to the forty-ninth declaration of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, it takes a strong constitution to swallow the American Dream.
Patriotism Is Lame
Fuck Independence Day. Not the movie Independence Day. That movie’s pretty good, I’m watching it right now. I don’t even mean Fuck Independence Day as in I don’t care about history or the fact that the Declaration of Independence was a unique document formed around ideas that evolved us a species. I just mean–it was a long time ago. Where’s the holiday for the writing of the Tao Te Ching? Or let’s celebrate The Council of Trent when the grand ‘ol Catholic Church decided what books would stay in the Bible and which ones would go? Looking for something more American? How about we have a holiday celebrating the signing of the Patriot Act? We can celebrate the time we used our freedom to give our government the “right” to take away our own freedoms.
I mean, what are we really celebrating here? The conscious decision to break with an empire and…create a new empire? That’s what we did, right? All I’m saying is that our energies would be best spent celebrating the possibilities of the future and not the irrelevancies of the past. We’re in a time of spiritual revolution. Sign that document, bitches.
“The Big Picture has no frame.” –Carlos Santana
But really, it’s larger than that. It’s this whole patriotism fetish. Can’t you see how imaginary borders and separate countries is an outdated and primitive concept that holds us back from reaching true global awareness? It’s not even the names of countries or the fact that you’re proud to be from there. I get that. We can name things, we can label them and draw lines around them and give them unique personality and flavor. That’s fine. But when you hold onto your nation like it’s real, like it really is something apart from the rest, you splinter our collective consciousness and hold us back from realizing we’re all one. There is no greater and no simpler example of the folly of patriotism in that you will literally send your best off to fight and die to protect your turf. But what else can we do against others who would conquer us? What other recourse do we have but to defend our way of life? Yes, the age old problem of utopia: everyone or no one, all or nothing.
The American Scheme
OK, let’s take it back to what you people call ‘the real world,’ it’s July 4th, 2012. We still have countries, borders, money, poverty, war…we still believe all these things are real, and worse that they’ll always be here. Many Americans still believe in falsehoods like The American Dream, Manifest Destiny, The Right to Bear Arms, etc. Many Americans still believe this is the greatest country in the world when all available evidence points to the contrary. But we have to hold onto that belief, because we’ve fucked our country up so much that fear of facing the truth prevents us from accepting that we need to grow up. The American Empire has lasted a long time but not as long as many others in a time of less technology. It could last for a very long time yet. However, the patterns are passe, the signs are clear…this is the slow death of the American Empire. Like all empires, it will probably crumble from the outside because the inside will’ve rotted at the core.
Let’s take patriotism to it’s next logical level. When we start colonizing space, or perhaps encountering other beings on other planets, will we still be pulling the same shit: “Hey buddy, my forefathers were reincarnated throughout many lifetimes for your freedoms!”
You know what I’m saying? How are you gonna pull some “manifest destiny” shit when every dimension is accessible to any being at any time anywhere in the universe? Do you see how ridiculous and childish it seems?
These old paradigms just won’t work anymore. We don’t need to throw them out, we need to evolve them. Look I may be a pedantic blowhard who talks a good game but can’t self-actualize to save my own ego. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean I’m wrong. There are others who know this and others who are actively participating in the co-creation of a new Earth.
I try to have faith that I’m doing my part, even when it feels like I’m not. Faith is not something you need to believe in the external. Faith is what you need to believe in yourself so that you can easily flow in your relations with the external.
Patriotism Is Even Lamer Than Poetry
Speaking of the 4th of July, now’s as good a time as any to post my poem called 4th of July. I wrote it back in 1998 after one of my first major loves broke my heart. Wah-wah-wah. I post this poem every year because I like it and because I no longer write poetry. So, it’s a metaphor, or something.
4th of July
sky ignites in fiery colors
spectators in trucks and on blankets gaze longingly
some fear the sound, others the light
I fear the moment
because it is fleeting
man-made shooting stars burn and fade
leaving the sky littered
the ground covered in ash
from which no phoenix rises
From this point on I’m exercising my freedom to freewrite on a bunch of unrelated topics…
The Myth of Finite Resources
There is no lack of available resources to sustain our continued survival. The notions of finite energy, poverty, class, famine are all constructs of the human idiom. Make no mistake, there are INFINITE resources available to all of us, right now, at every moment. The sun alone puts out more energy per minute than we’ve ever used in the entire history of humanity. We just haven’t learned to harness it all yet. A quite surmountable problem if the trend of technological evolution continues at is current or quicker pace. Even things like food, medicine, and comfortable living spaces…they do not suffer from a lack of availability.
Walk into an American BJs or Costco and you wonder how others across the world could possibly be forced to starve. Take our food, please! Medicine and technological advancement may have been driven by military/defense spending, but it doesn’t have to stay that way. We could go farther working together. That much should be obvious by now. And even before we get our asses in gear for space travel, there is still plenty of surface area on the planet for us to live, if we get creative…underwater colonies, mountain and cave communities, solar powered geodesic domes, farming towers in cities, etc, etc. The perceived lack is due to the lack of proper distribution of resources–the hoarding of the few at the expense of the many. These problems can not only be solved, they can be solved immediately, almost instantaneously, with proper prior long-term planning. Of course, that requires a constant and ongoing communal choice. Meta-self-actualization on a global scale. Then we can quantum leap outward into the cosmos–those of us who wish to go, that is. The rest will stay and remake Earth into Eden. You can always go home again.
Goonies Never Say, “Let’s reboot the Goonies.”
One movie they better never remake or reboot is The Goonies. The Goonies must exist in its one and only form as a 1980s movie. The acting in this movie is so superb. Unless you can reproduce that, don’t bother. And if you can get a bunch of excellent childhood actors to blend together so perfectly, then make it a new movie. Remember ORIGINALITY?
From Superheroes to Supraheroes
You know what? I’m kind of tired of comic book superheros. I know they represent powerful mythological archetypes. Like, someday anthropologists may infer that these were the gods we worshiped. I also know that superheroes show us the best part of ourselves, our human potential to become more than human. I suppose if you read a lot of comics then you’re aware of many lesser-known superheroes untainted by blockbusters or marketing tie-ins. It’s just that every time I see a new movie based on an old superhero, my reaction is “Can’t we come up with something NEW?” I hesitate to hold onto the old myths as anything other than amusing nostalgic throwbacks because we are at a crisis point where our collective imaginations need to breed new myths, new heroes, new powers. In fact, isn’t it time we started turning ourselves into the superheroes we’ve already imagined ourselves to be?
I, Gone Awry
Why I do forget that spirit is an immediate presence that never ceases to speak to me? Why do I isolate myself in the world of forms and separateness? Why do I claim to believe yet in my heart it’s always doubt? I can feel the physical manifestations of spiritual sickness. Like the split life line on my palm–I am at a crossroads. Every single moment is a choice. Fear prevents me from completing the circle. It sends me off in tangents of voided thoughts, absent emotions. If I had any real commitment to the cause I would know what the cause is and I’d be doing it without complaining, questioning or worrying about what’s in it for me? I am it, so isn’t that more than enough?
Speculations on Future Leaping
In the future, Dr. Sam Beckett leaps as himself. The theory was that one could quantum leap within their own lifetime. Well, that means from birth to death. It’s quite conceivable that one could leap beyond the “present” moment when they first leaped, into a future that requires no disguise. Since the future is essentially unwritten Sam could affect the future and not need to pretend to be someone from that time. Of course, that then begs the question: if the future is nothing but possibility, then any change would seem almost irrelevant, so why bother? Nevertheless, one could say the same thing about the past, since past/present/future is an illusion that separates us from the eternal now. So if Sam can change the past, he could just as meaningfully change the future. It’s all one narrative loop. Ball the loop!
My cat Clemens is by many accounts a monster. He has no front claws and yet he’s a master hunter. He spent years living in East Vineland. His territory was the vast fields. Now he lives in the suburbs, yet manages to kill all sorts of creatures. He got into the habit of bringing them into the house, sometimes to play with them before he kills and eats them. And he eats them ALL: mice, moles, rabbits, birds, squirrels, and even bats. Fucking bats! He chews the heads off rabbits and meticulously eats everything but their entrails and bones. I don’t know how he can possibly kill something like a bird or a squirrel. Especially with no claws. The only conclusion is that after a decade on this planet he’s perfected his hunting skills. Yet it’s more than that. Clemens is a role model. He’s a creature who came to this planet and fulfilled his mission which was to carry out the karmic cycle of life and death. He learned to love and trust others, to sense when others were in danger. He learned how to survive on his own with only what he was given by his genetic code. He’s made it this far and one day he’ll die. If he ever remembers this life, I hope he remembers me.
Nobody’s really in it for the long haul. There is no trace. No path to follow. Empty, hollow, the spiritual sphere surrounding us here in the void.
You’re free to go.
Towel Boy will keep stirring the melting pot until all separate ingredients reach cohesion.