Woke culture
What did the Buddha see when he woke and became aware. What did Jesus see when he woke up? Fuck knows but if they saw more than me, I empathise. You have to go through a lot of trauma to really be woke.
This isn’t simply realising that race is a social construct or that your sex and how you choose to live and express yourself and your sexuality are not correlated. This is seeing the gargantuan world destroying elephant in the room. And that elephant is obscuring something so Cluthu-lic that you would beg to be scourged and nailed to a cross to distract you from what you are perceiving.
I think there is something else going on. People aren’t waking up, I genuinely think that what we’re all doing right now is preventing each other from waking up. All the distractions, heads buried in cheap dopamine, bodies filled with chemicals that make us feel good, pets and servants and travels and experiences, wars and rumours of war, “leaders” becoming more and more ridiculous to the point of comical japery; every time a few of us get close to opening our eyes the rest of us dogpile on and isolate and ostracise to avoid being influenced into seeing the truth.
There is an allegory of crabs in a barrel and that’s why we are…and we’re stopping each other from climbing out because as soon as one of us gets out the barrel is going to crumble. It’s shitty for the crabs at the bottom. All they see is crab butts and legs all the way up. For those of us lucky enough to be at the top we see sky and freedom from the other crabs but the sky isn’t a crab’s friend. Once one of us gets past the rim it’s going to be a feeding frenzy for all the predators that eat crabs. They’re going to eat all the crabs at the top, and work their way down until not a single crab is left. And I get it…some think it’s better to die than live as a bottom barrel bitch…but it’s not. We’re all in this barrel together and after we’re gone there are no more crabs. None.
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A similar and better allegory is the monkeys in the cage with the bunch of bananas. The original monkeys knew what it was like when they tried to reach the banana. All these new monkeys have no idea how bad it’s going to get if one of the monkeys actually goes for the banana. And I understand that some intellectual monkeys are trying to hypothesise that the water has been turned off but I can assure you…the water has not been turned off.
This is not a social experiment, this is real life and this is existential. Do not try to get that bunch of bananas. Staying with this allegory, we are a bunch of monkeys playing around in shit and throwing shit at each other and some of us even use the bottom rungs of the ladder to better throw shit at each other and as long as we focus on the shit, we’re all good. We can talk about the bananas worship the bananas, idolise shit throwers and pretend that the shit is the bananas but we need to keep up the pressure on the new monkeys so that they too focus on the shit other monkeys and ignore the bananas.
We all instinctively know what the banana is, I’d even suggest that the bananas are good for us if we ever were allowed to eat them. But the water system is very much on and there are so many many monkeys that will suffer in order for us to partake of this fruit. And like crabs in a barrel we will be arms and legs and bodies all over the place when the water starts spraying.
How close Jesus came to saving us…only him and God knows and maybe becoming a victim of torturous violence, he did us a favour and saved us from all trying to be Christs and turning the rest of humanity into Christs wether they wanted to or not.
All this talk of crabs and bananas is making me hungry.
