One thing of which I grow more convinced the older I become, Maxalfie, is that none of the things in which we believe are true in any real or absolute sense. Without sounding too Derrida-esque, our masters decide which truth is most convenient and indoctrinate the rest of us. The best that can be said of the shit we're fed at school is that it teaches us how best to survive in our society, which, unlike that of, say, the rain-forest dweller, isn't natural in the slightest. Why taking LSD has such a big impact or it comes as a surprise when you find penniless third worlders with a greater peace of mind than golden Californians in their mansions. Indeed, drugs in general show you how everything is many-aspected and highly relative. which is why the masters punish their use.
Of course, we're not in the rainforest or on the savannahs and farmers don't last long in Stoke Newington. But sit by the ring road some time and ask yourself what we're all doing with our lives. Most people wake up just in time to die; the rest of our lives we sleepwalk and deny, push our 'is this it?' feelings out of our mind as indicative of poor 'mental health'. Really, we haven't a clue what we're doing here and conform not out of any conviction but essentially from simple fear.
Several generations back, our ancestors were removed from the land and relocated to the factories during the period known as the Industrial Revolution. The change was sold to them as 'progress', the way ahead that would ensure a life of leisure, art and the pursuit of higher ideals for future generations. By the time the manufacturing industries fell into decline, the nation possessed enough wealth for every citizen to be given the equivalent of £200 a week in modern money to lead just such an existence. But the government declined the opportunity in favour of the 'work ethic' and we can only speculate what might have been if they hadn't. But, if you're on the dole, let nobody make you feel guilty; if you haven't earned it, claim on behalf of your ancestors
I don't meet so many people as I once did but, when I do make the rounds, I'm struck by just how many people seem to have given up on the whole game and live lives quite detached from the John Citizen model. A curious historical development as economies implode, a sense of individual powerless remains the zeitgeist angst and a lot of the rich folks keep the plane on standby in case they need to escape the apocalypse. We shall, as they say, just have to see how it goes.