Homo Minutus

Have you noticed?

There isn't a person behind those dull eyes. Eyes... nay, they are more like sensors seeking things... Things they either associate with themselves making them believe they matter more confidently than they did a moment ago... or things that make others seem incompetent, worse than them in some way even if it has nothing to do with the truth. Truth? It's the one thing they never seek. It's like showing the cross to Count Dracula. They detest it. They have their own reality where they always win and everybody else loses. They no longer have friends... or need them. They have temps whom they encounter on their way to yet another desired outcome. There is no distinction between their oldest friends and someone they have just met as long as both can exploited to make them feel happy. Feeling a certain way is so important for them, because they can never really feel one way or another... except feeling their next hamburger, that is. Adding chemicals to their blood stream in one way or another...

Death has many forms some of which mimic life. Nature gets rid of her unwanted children in imaginative ways. Those who can no longer be a potentiality of being are a special case. For them having been discarded by life feels like an awakening. Because real awakening feels that way too. The difference is "the real awakening is about others", but their pseudo-awakening... falling... begins and ends with them. Anything that begins and ends with a person is the antithesis of humanity. On our own we have nothing even if we have the most toys.

Strange isn't it? It's like the novel "1984". Everything is its opposite in this notion of reality. What's more, while they enjoy to live under a dictatorship even if they are not aware of it or mistake it for freedom, they are themselves small dictators. Small dictators who can only rule a couple square meters at a time. They are the building blocks of all things bad. They enjoy dictatorships, because in such realities everybody knows her place. Of course, their places are right at the top or so they think. "Some must lose for others to win", they say. Yet, they never think they are the biggest losers. They are their negation. What can be worse than that? Yet, self-termination feels like a victory to them. Talk about evolution!

Think about it, "here you are condemned to pursue a powerless life... while deluding yourself with pleasure points... faking it until it is over." This is the life of a slave who has become a junkie to make it tolerable. A schizoid is braver, because (s)he can never accept this let alone invent ways to enjoy her fate. Only a coward who never takes a good look in the mirror can do that.

This is precisely why the human experience cannot be grasped within the limitations of a generation. Our history is a gigantic arc with a lot of ups and downs. It doesn't have a progress orientation. Progress... isn't even a goal. What's more, progress can be a very bad thing depending on where you are.

Don't worry. We do have metrics that can guide us for spotting those people who can no longer conceive. Let's call them... the undead. 😊

The undead have the following properties. Yes, they have properties like a clock or a washing machine. You cannot lose your ability to conceive unless you have turned yourself into a statue.

• They love "us vs them" mentality.

• They love themselves, because they hate themselves.

• They have to prove they matter 24/7.

• Their imagined selves are their opposite.

• Their imagined reality is fake.

• They think they are smart.

• In your case, they think they are eighty million times smarter than you.

• When you prove them otherwise they become loud.

• Becoming loud is their way to avert the moment of failure.

• Becoming unresponsive is their way of unseeing (!) clues that don't support their claims.

• They think they are moving in the direction of their greatness... and your great defeat.

• They think they are leaving everybody in the dust. That they are your biological masters.

• Their being true believers in themselves cannot be changed by experiencing failure.

Look around! They are everywhere. The undead cannot be beaten in their own game. They are loud. They are well connected. They are motivated. They stick together. They have spent their entire lives pretending to be like their imagined personalities. They have been immersing themselves in their imagined reality for so long. They have a great arsenal of tools and tricks.

"Bits of Love", The Outer Limits, Season 3, Episode 1, 1997.

This is why you can not just confront and beat them. There is only one course of action... which is quite imaginative if you ask me. "To leave them alone... and to live like those fuckers do not exist". Yes, you can watch them... use them for inspiration. You must know what you you must never do, who you must never become after all. Other than that, just leave them alone. Their lives are their worst punishment. And they know it. That's why they keep building walls and rush toward their demise like there is no tomorrow.