I loathe civilization with a vengeance.
Civilization, the one and only.
There aren’t many civilizations, only one.
Nothing in particular brought this on. It’s an ongoing thing.
I hate its outer manifestations, of course, with the destruction of all nature and all life on Earth, the millions of poisons it’s spreading all over the planet.
But worst of all, beneath its outer manifestations is its dehumanizing, how it constantly breaks down our spirit, ruining life itself, destroying everything making life worth living.
We encounter the Machine every day, wherever we go, in smaller and bigger things. It’s there, around us, inside us with its web, its chains and bars. You may tell yourself that you’re free within yourself, and to a certain degree that may be true, but the oppression, the pale existence rubs off on you. It rubs off on you, you know, inevitably.
Every time I walk into the wilderness I wake up from my relative slumber. Every time I return to civilization it feels like dying.
What’s wrong with civilization? Just about everything, really. The bad goes from very bad to worse and the initially good turns sour and stale. It's encouraging all our bad sides and quelling our good, strangling it, like it does us all, all life, all fire within.
Civilization is the disease, is inherently wrong and can never be anything else.
This is the looking glass all political issues and solutions should be seen through.