The public conversation world is, first, a hallucination. Or perhaps, first, it's a tiny pinprick. A laser-focused micro-nano-zoctoworld. A quantumscopic pinhole which has a funhouse lens in front.
Everything must be political...the politicans do this by making you forget about everything except the fake debate of today and right now.
By the heavens I'm tired of it. Really? Nobody sees through this scam?
Yes, the politics is horribly broken and it's going to kill us all if it's not fixed. It's not going to get fixed, it's going to kill us all - so let's talk about trees or colour theory or something. Already off the cliff - lamenting the fall is to deliberately wallow in the unpleasant. At least let's identify the minerals in the cliff as it flies up past us. How do you define visual assets for N64 games? What species is the grass in your lawn? Consider a flower. What is the flower's interactions with its environment like? Does its presence mean anything particular for the trees and animals around it? Did anyone thousands of years ago also contemplate this flower? What did they make of it - and is any of that true today? Or perhaps even they saw it as mere background, and we're contemplating it for the first time? In what way does the flower reflect the divine and instruct us upon it? How does it instruct other plants or animals in the divine, and how do they reply?
How do you not get deathly bored of the infinitesimal and infinitely repeating point-world of the political public?
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