"Having" and Living

The slavery of comfort.

"I want you in my life"
"I like having you around"
But what are you willing to sacrifice?

"Having a boyfriend," "having a girlfriend," and friendship in general looks more and more like "having a pet." This is why women can claim to be "dog moms" -- because the relationship between mother and child and the relationship between human and pet are becoming indistinguishable.

A pet is something you have around. It lives in the corner, eats the food scraps, and sometimes looks at you, or makes a noise. Neurotic people need emotional support animals to provide this “presence” to feel ok. They also do "stimming." They grasp and squeeze little toys, and this makes them feel good. Petting a cat or dog is a form of "stimming." It is a psychological comfort-mechanism to calm yourself down and feel ok.

Most people do not feel ok, and they constantly need to "stim" with toys, video games, pets, friends, porn, food, or drugs to get back to feeling ok. They are not ok in themselves, because they have been lied to. The lie is that the goal of life is to be "happy" or "love yourself" or "be content with your body" or "chill max."

Cats and dogs are, by their nature, hunting animals. Cats have some of the highest success rates in the world. When they spot prey, they stalk it, and when they decide to attack, they more often then not succeed at killing their prey. Dogs are also natural hunters who like to kill, stalk, defend, retrieve, and work. The modern condition of pets, where they have been reduced to "goldfish in a bowl," just sitting there, merely eating, merely existing as a big ball of "floof" to be "petted" and so on. This is humiliating and degrading. But we do not recognize this horrifying tragedy, because we do it to each other, to those we "love."

Saying that you love your dog because "he is so floofy" is like saying "I love my bed and I love sleeping." This is a death drive. The drive to do nothing, the drive to achieve nothing, the drive for pure bliss: this is nihilism. There is no doing, no hunting, no achievement, no struggle, no battle, no attack, no lust, no overcoming.

This kind of nihilism or death drive is not an accidental degeneration, as if our civilization was one big clumsy giant who accidentally tripped and found himself stuck in the mud, but the result of an intention process of domestication and pacification. All animals are predators or prey. If all predator instincts are suppressed as mean, bullying, evil, try-hard, cringe, scary, or strict, then humanity becomes a perfect prey animal. This is very good for the social administrators whose priority is risk reduction.

"Don't be weird" means "conform." "Just relax, go with the flow, it is what it is."

Ironically, this "chill maxing" has resulted in more neuroticism and fear, not less. Our ancestors, with their strict standards and life of violence, had less of a fear of death. They did not need to stim every second. Your phone is a stimming device. You need to check your phone. It has many stimulating images and information to consume. It will provide you with thoughts to think, opinions to believe, beliefs to trust, tailor-made outrage, something novel, something funny, something sad, something to make you angry, something to surprise you, and none of it matters at all. And because you are one with the phone, you don't matter.

I don't want to be "around" you. I don't want to be "in your life." I want to build, create, explore, challenge, duel, fight, and win. I want to create new life. I want to serve and be served. I want a grand project, grand vision, an army, a command, a quest, a journey. I don't want to be "around" or "in" anything, I want go somewhere, to travel, to grow, to expand, to evolve. You're either growing or dying. "Hanging out" is a cult of death.

Boredom and loneliness come from a culture of "hanging out." Go on a bike ride, go on a hike, swim in a river, build a snowman, egg a house, talk to girls, pursue women, mow a lawn, meet someone new, get a phone number, start a bon fire, kill an animal, work out, cook a meal from raw ingredients, learn something new, read a book, write a book, start a cult, start a religion, start a civilization, start a blood pact, start a company, start a business, impregnate a woman, seduce, convince, argue, debate, wrestle, worship, orate, sing, dance, invade, undermine, preach, pillage, forage, search, climb, fly, sail to the ends of the earth, conquer the world.

"Hanging out" is killing time, and time is all that we have -- "hanging out" is suicide. Suicide is a nobler alternative to "hanging out." Fuck hanging out. Fuck being "in and around." GET OUT. GET REAL. LIVE.

I don't want to be in your life, I want you to serve me and for me to serve you. I don't want to "hang around" or "be around." I want to build. But building something together requires mutual sacrifice. It requires that each person is willing to give something of themselves in exchange for the chance at glory.

Free your pets. Let them outside. Break up. Confront. Stop caring what people think. Make crazy goals, crazy promises, and stop at nothing to fulfill them. Hold yourself to higher standards than "having people in your life," "having friends," "having people around."

In a Platonic sense, everyone has infinite potentials and possibilities for evolution and ascension through the supreme equalizer of death. Where does the soul go? And if you are a materialist, then the body of a beggar goes through the guts of a king. Each atom has the potential to become something entirely different, from coal to diamond.

But looking at someone and saying "we could do something, we could be something, we have potential," stop. You have nothing. You do not possess potential. Potential is not some treasure at the end of the rainbow that you hope someday you stumble upon, by accident. You either are working, pursuing, trying, attempting, struggling, forging, building, creating, manifesting, praying, promising, committing, swearing, dedicating your life and being, or you're "waiting." You're "hanging out." No one "has" potential. Potential is not something you "possess" in any meaningful sense. There are only choices. You either choose to try, or you "hang out." You either live, or you die.

The cope of "potential" is something to cling to as an excuse to not do anything. "Well, I didn't do anything today, but I know I still have potential." You own nothing, and you're still not very happy, actually. We never own anything -- ownership, or possession, means a treasure which you have exclusive control over, dominion over, the right to, the ability to protect. I can say that I own and possess the Eiffel Tower, "potentially." I can say that there is a teacup floating around the sun, "potentially." I can say invisible unicorns walk among us, "potentially." These are all meaningless distractions from the real business of living. To live means to free yourself from the "illusion of possession." You do not possess your body, you do not possess your future. These things are totally out of your control because you will certainly die and whatever happens next, your body and fake possessions do not come with you. The only thing you own is your intentions, your actions, and your decisions. The consequences are out of your control.

You can put a million dollars in your retirement account, and get hit by a car on your 65th birthday. You can get cancer. The government can collapse. But no one can ever take away your intentions, your actions, or your decisions in this present moment. Treasure stored up can be taken away, but what is written in the book of life and manifested into reality as pure intention, pure will, this pure act is ineffable because it is not truly material. The choice to live without any fear cannot be killed. Fear is killing us. Fear is "hanging out."

The natural role of most is slavery, and a slave is already dead. The death of a slave is like the death of a house cat. The cat was never really living, and its death is a liberation. Kill all housecats -- let them free. Once you are willing to kill something, then you are willing to let it go. When you can let it go from the confines of your "safety," your "normalcy," your mediocrity, then it can begin to live. For most people, the act of confronting death is the first time they live.

The pain of all organs failing at once, the infinite excruciation of all the nerves on fire, negating every previous pain once thought important: the body aches, the bruises, the breakups, the hurt feelings, the losses, the betrayals, the loneliness, the boredom, the disappointment, the confusion, the numbness of this boring world. Like a flash, pain lights the body and mind ablaze, allowing the soul, in that moment, to transcend every previous experience, and the fire of pain burns through every sorrow, every tragedy, bringing perfect, total awareness and focus on the present moment. This is true enlightenment, and the Vedic tradition of self-immolation is symbolic of this supreme act.

Living is the best drug, but the populace at large prefers downers like marijuana and opioids. They want to feel nothing, chill out, and go to sleep. If God himself appeared before these people and gave them a supreme quest, they would call it a "bad trip" and go to therapy. It is a funny retelling of Jesus and Satan, where Satan offers Jesus the whole world, and Jesus, who is already on a world-saving quest, rejects it as a distraction. But in this new version, some rat-person receives a vision from the supreme commander of the multi-verse and they reject it as "intrusive thoughts" so they can go back to watching their Marvel movie.

Batman is the hero of these people. He plays dress up, fighting the joker who symbolizes chaos. But both of them never leave the city. They are both content to play around in the pigsty of the city. Why not found a new city? What is the invisible barrier or wall keeping them both inside these narrow confines? Why doesn't batman take over the government? Why not kill the joker? They do not have a global vision, and they are not political. Why doesn't batman raise an army or militia of crime fighters? For the small-minded comic book reader, these concerns never arise, and they are fascinated by the controlled spectacle of an artificial, clean, and controlled drama. Psychologically, comic books are for men what romance novels are for girls. It is a pedicured, neat, effortless, unthinking melo-drama to provide the illusion of "living" through a voyeuristic peek into the lives of beautiful people.

The decision to experience true forgiveness, true liberation, makes the small-mindedness of the treasure-hoarders who like to "hang out" and "chill max" is disgusting, pitiful and laughably irrelevant. They simply do not exist. Their so called "lives" are mere illusions, because they do not know what it means to live. They think living is a mere sensation which they chase in all the wrong ways, never achieving it. No amount of wealth or security comes close. Unless you are willing to sacrifice your life, you will never live.