Nine parts dead
By Parson Thru
Britain is stifling the arts to focus on business; on producing a nation of salesmen and entrepreneurs. I recently read a stark warning about this policy of overt Philistinism.
The powers that be are creating a world where everything is commodified; where everything can be evaluated to a monetary value. In this world, the only acceptable use of time is work – work in pursuit of commerce.
Once humans are rendered to this function alone, they begin to have little inclination to take notice of; to consider; to marvel at their surroundings. They become immune to wonder. The ability to consider their true situation moves out of their grasp. Perhaps they are even embarrassed to consider it aloud among their peers. They have, in effect, become nine parts dead.
Is it not the most profound of realities that each of us has come to life, conscious and aware, within this most complex and beautiful existence? The near-impossible probability of life itself within the endless emptiness of space? The beauty that humans themselves have brought into being as they try to express this reality? What is material wealth without this awareness?
Most likely, this is the only time we'll experience being conscious and aware; the one time we'll know life and the universe; the one and only chance to share that with each other.
Instead of celebrating this, we are being encouraged to ignore it; to count the hours instead of living the days; to count money instead of each breath and heartbeat – finite as they are.
Abandoning the arts for commerce directs us to offer our time as a commodity to be measured and traded and shaved away; pity she who's caught looking out of the window (if she can find one).
And we wonder what happened to happiness?
To exist between snatched sleep, working only for financial and material enrichment, is to survive life rather than live it. It isn’t enrichment at all.
And, in Britain, someone is putting the squeeze on. They have it all worked out. Pricing to what the market will stand, rather than to the cost of goods. Turning homes into tradable commodities. Every get-rich-quick-scheme is a nail in the coffin of quality life; stretching your ability to pay your way; driving you into wage slavery; turning off your capacity to realise who, what and where you are and taking away the time to contemplate it. Leaving you nine parts dead.
Take a moment to think.