« on: July 13, 2008, 04:38:59 am »
it's like the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz - the city is green, because everyone wears green glasses. it's absurd to suggest that the city isn't really green. the evidence is right there in front of their eyes, as far as they're concerned. most people look at the world through fear-tinted glasses, and they're justified in wearing them, after all they believe the realities they subscribe to are absolute, and there are real consequences in those realities for removing your spectacles.
once you realize that there's nothing fundamentally, naturally requiring you to care about your dead-end job, it's hard to keep caring. but that doesn't stop you from wanting the material benefits that dead-end job can provide you. a lot of people get to that point and immediately turn back, because if you just up and walk away from your bullshit responsibilities, nobody will give you a line of credit to live the life you think you deserve to live.
the biggest and strongest bars in the BIP aren't what you beleive about other people or how you think the world works, they are aspirations and fantasies about where you think you're going. most of that depends on your acceptance of the daily-grind game. maybe that would translate in this metaphor to the shackles that keep you from ever getting as far as the actual bars of your cell in the first place.