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I know I've linked this before. I can't even bear to endure it again, so little patience have I left for this idiocy so many still call The Real World, but maybe there's stuff in here you want to think about, or want people you know to think about. That's your lookout.
I just want to stress that metanoia is rarely more than a headtrip, a posture, or a flash of insight so soon subsumed by the oceans of delusion that it's no more than a 4th of July sparkler that fizzled too soon. It's abjectly meaningless to discuss metanoia in this world.
There's only the trading of Calvins for Levis, your Keds for some Nikes, coffee for tea, regular for menthol, mainstream for chic. It's all of an aura, spectator sports. It is for affect, not for living. Living is a long succession of mental postures, with varying levels of success on spectators.
WE DON'T LIVE TOGETHER. We watch each other.
The silver screen. The boob tube. The monitor you're looking at right now.
You forget the part about reality. You have been trained away from it since earliest childhood. You make the trade from true life to affect life by the time you are considered an adult. Becoming an adult is more like becoming a caricature. Caricatures don't bleed for real. It's special effects. It's as easily ignored as changing the channel. Metanoia isn't something that happens. It's a headtrip.
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