Raw Materials

Deep in thick forest brush, a brief burst of light penetrates, and steals a glimpse at the nature of your consciousness, normally masked by shadows.

You not only view its contours and limits, but take in its mechanisms to see what it is specialized for. From this you also see what it needs to thrive, and what it does poorly -- and thus burdens it into disrepair.

You also see that this strange constituency is fragile: anyone arousing a crowd can destroy and target anything created. This shows that no idea or work holds any great value to others -- only what they think they can gain from it at the moment matters to them. Perceived enemies will be ruthlessly trodden underfoot, and this itchy trigger finger is the condensed history of humanity seen from the perspective of its nearly infinite errors and recklessness.

Little remains of what came before, and anything that remains is an unusual exception from deep nature that first hid from destroyers and then was deliberately protected from destroyers when it appeared in their presence.

The wicked form two flanks, and both must be outrun and collapsed upon one another.

1. A flood of trivial garbage to make the good unrecognizable and merely another option; the doctrine of qualitative indifference. Instead of something good, they offer something new.
2. Dumbing down and selecting the dumber so fewer can recognize what is good, allowing the trivial to be culturally dominant.

The quest for inferiority is sabotaged by promoting excellence. Today's counter-culture attacks by showing curious minds the greatest works of civilization, while it is still possible to do so.