We are slouching towards Betlehem, and we are going to die.
We. Are. Going. To. Die.


One of these silly thoughts of pure hope I now and then entertain, is the possibility,
that things will grow worse, and worse, and worse, and even worse, and then some,
until something snaps inside the collective consciousness of humanity.

A pronoid episode, rippling through the cognitive-emotional level of the noosphere.
An epidemic of collective consciousness. A coming to consciousness through
collective pain.

Oh, and this is not a *meme*. No, no, no. This is not something to be safely watched
from a distance. This is not something you can put in a neat box, call either Peak Oil,
Evil Bush, Reptiloid Agenda, Illuminati Conspiracy, Nibiru Flyby, and be done with.
This is not something that is here to tickle your mind with the latest greatest doom
and destruction extravaganza, as if Apocalypto 2012.

This is the moment, when your bottom-most turtle is beginning to stir,
the one turtle you've been relying upon to not budge at all,
since all your sound moorings, all your careful cognitive construction work,
all your frameworks, all your schemas and sensemakings, are built upon
such bedrock, upon such a turtle, frozen and immobile.
This is the moment, when your turtle decides to pack up and head south.
This is the moment when all out of a sudden, all your carefully planned
thoughts, your very definitions of what constitutes such, suddenly turns
all wobbly.
This is the moment when rational thought, scepticism, cynicism, no
longer provides any solace.
This is the moment when your pollyanna optimism fails as well.

If you think about such a possible event, chances are this here post
is scaring the bejeebers out of you. This is precisely my intention.

This post, and the joy and collective sentience John goes on prattling about,
might actually have precious little to do with any garden variety joy.
John is perhaps not at all about love&light, any saccharine new age fluffy joy at all.

Ah, I get it, John is putting this post here so as to compare and contrast,
and he will soon return to his old lovely harmless silver-lining diplomatic self.
No, that's not it at all.

Ah, now I know, he's just temporarily pissed with the human condition,
having watched one too many Darfur documentaries.
No, that's completely untrue, that's not at all it, either.

Ah, but surely, John is not intending for this here post to be anything other
than a rhetoric tour de force then, a flaming manifesto for the enlightened,
a rhizomatic call to arms for nomadic thinkers?
No, no and no. It's not, and that's not it.


We are slouching towards Betlehem, and we are going to die.
We. Are. Going. To. Die.

I don't mean this in any symbolical sense at all.

We are, a great deal of the collective we, here referring to all of humanity,
going to go down in flames, due to a great many of us, being stupid,
stupid to the point of invoking a series of collapses, catastrophes
and cataclysms, that will result in a great many casualties.
Such invocation due mostly to our own preferred mix of sins.
Mostly sins of omission. The good we choose to not do.
The evil we project upon the other.

The only thing that worries me, is that many of you reading this, has such formidable
powers of repression and sublimation, and thus of resisting letting these words, resisting
any reality behind them, not letting them sink sufficiently deep, denying the catalytic intent.


Which is why I return to the beginning.
Things will grow worse, and worse, and worse, and even worse, and then some,
until something snaps inside the collective consciousness of humanity.
This includes you. Yes, you. The very fabric upon which you form your conscious
thoughts will go through a sea change.

In the midst of such utter confusion and utter despair - a pronoid episode.

The confusion, fear, anger, desire to project away upon others, despair,
repression, all these are real enough. The only thing that is silly with this
post is the hope. So let's just say I'm silly then. I'm ok with that.