Truth Is The Endless Search That Rejoices At Never Being Found

Truth is the endless search that rejoices at never being found, because when humans think they've found the truth they turn it into an f***ing institution that becomes convinced the universe has chosen it for a divine purpose - to allow dominion over those who don't yet possess it - and hope never will.

Truth confers power. However, once in receipt of truth, they cease to continue searching, as if their mission was now complete. And shortly after this point they start upon the eternal quest to make the rest of humanity acknowledge the importance of the truth they have found.

But there is always truth which lies beyond the truth that was found which remains uncovered. To think that the final resting place of truth, the climax of its dialectic - could be found so easily - or by looking at all - just a short meander down the path of what ought to be an everlasting search....

That the human mind in 2020 already deems itself capable of comprehending a truth which has no shadow, demonstrates man's ongoing incapacity for unfettered continual growth and the aplomb with which he is able to suck his own dick with no shame with humanity as his audience.

We are nowhere near our full capacity for what can be known, and as a consequence, our capacity to know the nature of what truth really is. And so therefore it is the unending searching which leads to us uncovering the truth of the truth of the truth of the truth and so on.....which is the truth. A truth which can never be found because it can never be lost. And I rejoice at this news.



Why White Servitude Is Not The Answer To Extinction Revolution's Inability To Act As One

yes, white middle-class people *should* be subservient in any movement towards social justice, just like cis men should be subservient in any movement about gender and white people should be subservient in any movement about race (and climate justice is of course about both of those things, as well as disability, class, land rights, colonialism and everything else.) We don’t have the knowledge of what it is like to like at the sharp end of that oppression, and if we don’t deliberately adopt an attitude of service we will replicate the patterns of leadership and privilege which exist everywhere else in society and which exclude and alienate people.

have the time and the money: we do not have the knowledge What you're asserting is very problematic if taken at face value and needs further clarification I feel in order to enhance its ability to not be taken out of context easily.

I agree. The power the privileged possess ought to be fueling the change that has to happen. But employing that power under a banner of subservience is not the right forward in my mind. It feels totally misguided.

Expecting the consistently oppressed to know of the pathway that leads to their ultimate redemption is wishful thinking. To me, taking that path leads to only more impasses, frustrations and then stagnation. A point where the privileged have ticked off all the boxes of the things they need to do to be absolved of all blame, should things end up at this point again. But it's no way to go forward.

"Tell me, poor person, how exactly may I help you?"

"Just talk to me like a human being instead of a subject"

"Well, I have this purse of monies, which I am quite willing to give to you in order to affirm how much I value your existence. Will this in any way help?"

"Yeah, ok. I'll have some free money, yeah. Cheers."

I'm telling you, adopting an attitude of servitude will never work. Not only is it still terribly patronising, but your solution leads to the propagation of what it is itself. You need to do something much more fundamental than that to build the bridge that connects and fully assembles us. Go much much further. Something you're not willing you do yet, or even consider doing (I love the way things will stay at this point until you do do it! Like its some sort of puzzle with only one solution).

It's something white middle-class people are now desperately trying to find ways not to have to do. Offering their service and resources, even relinquishing all authority of the steering wheel of the narrative in order to not have to endure the internal conflicts and difficulties in accepting the working class as having equal worth. Your words on paper say that you accept us, but your demeanour speaks more convincingly.

Whites needing to be subservient as a solution becomes the thing which is then echoed into the future, leading to its own eventual crises. Turning yourself into a servant, is the best way to hold your hands up in order to avoid having to looking within yourself to find the problem and write the solution.

The solution is always for your actions to contain the essence of the vision of the happy ending. The end itself, and never the means to get there. It's the only way one can overwrite the present with the thing one wishes to see continue into the future.

The Human Spirit Is Converting Beauty Into More Betting Chips

A friend who is currently in Hawaii posted a facebook video (which I can't share because of her privacy settings), which is shot from her perspective. She walks out from the mangroves and palm trees on land onto a lovely stretch of white sandy beach she finds completely free from other people, giving her a sense that it's all hers to fully savour and appreciate until a passerby inevitably walks into the frame, breaking the spell.

Naturally, as is becoming the norm these days, I seized upon the opportunity to post a gratingly earnest response below the video in the comment section:

Just wow! I mean, look at this place....and I know it really exists too because N*** is over there. This is real!!! But already this clip feels like a snippet of archival footage from of a period in human history when it was assumed places of beauty would remain as they were forever.

It's ridiculous when you appreciate how lucky we are, and just how beautiful the place we get given to live on is, and the extent of just how far the destructive urges - which we all have at times - have been allowed to follow through with their aims and purpose to be the winner at any cost.

Holidays we spend in Hawaii, the Caribbean, the Lake District - in any location that possesses awe-inspiring natural beauty that just hits you - are all starting to feel less like lovely breaks away in paradise, and more like final chances to appreciate the beauty of Earth as it was, before we let it slip away by refusing to respond to its cries.

And for what? What personal benefit do we obtain from standing back and allowing people who have chosen to give their dark urges total permission to use the beauty and wonder of our natural world - which belongs to no one but the Earth itself, and so is for everyone - how will our mental health as individuals benefit from allowing the dark side of the human spirit to utilise other people, companies, organisations and conglomerates, to break down this decreasingly beautiful planet and home of ours into even more betting chips to keep playing the never ending, stupid game of poker we all still seem to be gripped by - validating its record of achievement each day by consuming its narrative like we would a bestselling thriller or Netflix box set.

What is the point being the winner when you've had to destroy the paradise you were living in to achieve it?

Truth Is The Endless Search That Rejoices At Never Being Found

Truth is the endless search that rejoices in never finding itself because when humans think they've found truth they turn it into an effing religion or some organisation that feels the universe has chosen it for a divine purpose, bestowing its members with rights over those who don't possess it - and never will. Truth confers power. However, once they feel they now possess truth, they cease searching, as their mission is now complete, and shortly after this point they start work making this truth an institution and commence being cunts. But there is always truth which lies beyond the truth that has been uncovered. To think that there is an end to truth which is to be found at a fixed point in the search, which the human mind of 2019 is capable of comprehending, demonstrates man's incapacity for unlimited growth and his excellence at sucking his own dick. We are nowhere near our full capacity for what can be known, and as a consequence of that, our capacity to know truth, and so therefore it is the unending searching which leads us to uncover the truth of the truth of the truth and so on... which is why the searching is the truth and so can never be found. And me and my buddy truth both rejoice at this news.

Home Is A Place Of Mind From Which We Search For Truth

Locating the place, person, state of mind, thing which we call home is so important. For me, home is all of those aspects combined. The actual building I'm presently in, where I currently live, is the home my family and I have been rooted in for 30 years. My mother is the living, loving entity who creates the enveloping sense of certainty that I am home. This is where I belong. My father, who has passed, is our helper on the other side and is never absent. This is where I always come back to when constant navigation of the trials of life have left my energies and will depleted. Home is where I am restored.

Home is where fear cannot be conceived. It's a state of mind which mirrors the love, calm and feelings of safety I feel in the home that is the physical space, where my mother and father's presence are always felt, though not always seen. Home feels like I've returned to the womb, a place of mind where time means nothing and I can take as much of it as I need in order to rebuild myself, should I need to.

Home was a place I would search for before, but when I'd found them in the real world and inner world, home then became the place which allowed me to search for the truth.

The Seduction Of The Illusion Of Power

Dancing like there's nobody watching will feel like a skill game in the Crystal Maze soon if you're at Leeds Train Station. I think it's important to try and commit to memory, what your gut response at seeing this is, and put into words what it is exactly about this sight that generates this feeling. What is it that causes the pang of terror to arise in your chest all of a sudden? If you feel anything negative at all that is. This pic might be making you feel a bit safer and relieved right now, because you were mugged at Leeds Station once in the early morning, and haven't been back there since out of the fear it could happen again.

Because after the initial feeling of alarm, and the invasive, discomforting sense that Power can capture even more scrutinizing higher quality footage of you now, as you play the role of yourself walking across the stage of the newly refurbished Leeds Station each morning - every nose pick, bum scratch, goodbye embrace and public meltdown written to a hard disk in a random office somewhere that you imagine some security guard getting paid minimum wage to monitor the monitoring system, will be enjoying as his one solitary perk. The real reason why he applied for the job really - to experience a taste of real power.

Imagining he possesses the omniscience of God at 3am on a Saturday morning, zooming into countless faces and bodies that pique his interest as closely as the technology will allow him, wondering momentarily to himself if this is what an existence serving machines feels like in actuality, before clocking out at the end of his shift, going home to sleep with the residue of unrequited intimacy in his heart.

After Power makes a clear statement to its people, like the one in this pic does, setting the tone for how things will be from now on, comes the gradual stroll down the road towards Normalisation - as we become less and less aggrieved by the dense presence of CCTV and finally cannot even see them anymore. I don't think these all seeing eyes at Leeds Station are in operation at the moment, but they're already functioning.

Running As A Metaphor For How To Live Life

Everyone should have a physical activity they do regularly which acts as a metaphor for their attitude towards life. Running is an act of witnessing yourself constantly going forward, powered by your own strength, will and determination towards a finishing line which is nowhere in sight. A destination that you have to reach despite any pain that may try to afflict you, which you reassure yourself won't last forever, because it can't. You carry on and carry on, navigating any obstacles along the way before finally arriving at your goal with feelings of elation, because you've proved to yourself you could overcome the doubts and concerns you had had before setting off, and now have confirmed as a fact - that you do have what it takes to succeed after all.

And the reward for challenging yourself in this way is being endowed with even more strength, stamina, will power and belief to undertake an even greater challenge the next time. Whatever you invest in the accomplishment of your goal is returned to you, with interest!

The Culture Of Ignorance

I'm noticing more and more recently a very disturbing trend taking place on social media. It comes across to me as a culture of ignorance which even really smart people are helping to propagate.

Educated people are feigning ignorance in a bid to lull others into perceiving them as being ignorant, and in the process inadvertently create an environment for us all which is tantamount to a field of landmines. An arena of battle where the players seem to be championing the merits of ignorance over knowledge and intelligence.

It's as if they wish to set traps for others to fall into.Traps for naive others who dare to accept their idiotic assertions at face value and so object or attack them based upon what they can see and read. It's only then do these clever individuals unleash their true intellect and before reveling in the mockery of those who foolishly chose to believe that they were being truthful, all in order to gain some kind of bizarre sense of superiority which in the bigger picture means jack shit!

Only White People Can Be Excellent At Being Racist

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PART ONE
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I'm black. And I'm loving it! It's great! You should try it. Actually, maybe now isn't the best time!
But I'm also fortunate to be big enough for racists to reconsider being nasty to me to my face because of my colour. I've also been blessed with a scowl which turns me into a big angry baby that helps scare the racists away. The last person who was openly racist to my face got kicked up their arse and landed several metres away, back in school!
Actually, that's not strictly true. Children who know I cannot and will not hurt them are the only people these days bold enough to launch an 'N' bomb at me, but again, fortunately even this is an extremely rare occurrence.
Anyone can be a racist. It depends upon the environment the individual is in at the time. If I was white, and living in an all black neighbourhood, and was greeted every day with constant and unrelenting levels of privileged ignorance that attempted to render me an exotic curiosity that could be quizzed and questioned about their providence at will, ridiculed with impunity and poked and prodded just for fun - then I'm pretty sure I would be able to relate to the prejudice and racial discrimination a lone black person might endure at the hands of their ignorant all white neighbours.
The interesting thing for me is that there is a clear structural element at play in the racism we, here in the 'developed' nations rarely devote any thinking time too, because we simply don't need to. A deep structural configuration which has been maintained over eons by white people, either intentionally or inadvertently because it is a habit which affords great social advantages.
I tried being racist once. Maybe twice. To my white friends. As a fun experiment. I have very accommodating friends! I found that it was very hard to hurt them with words about their lack of colour. It was almost as if there were no words in existence I could brandish that could convey the same immediate derogatory impact as say words like nigger, coon, sambo, monkey, ape, golliwog, piccaninny, jigaboo, jungle bunny, nig-nog, spade, tar baby, rubber lips... I could go on here to labour the point, but do you even see my point?
It's like that scene from The Matrix where Neo is being interrogated by Agent Smith in the interview room. Agent Smith wishes Neo to spill the beans on Morpheus' whereabouts, but Neo instead opts to flip Agent Smith the middle finger before demanding his mandatory prison phone call. Agent Smith, with a wry smile calmly replies "What good is a phone call, if you're unable to speak?". Black people and ethnic minorites simply don't have words of equivalent force at their disposal to fight fire with fire, because they don't exist.
And I wonder why that is? How could this be? Who governs the language with which we all communicate? Mixed race disabled transsexuals? I'm not certain, but I don't think so. Orwell's 1984 just sprang to mind all of a sudden.
So can only white people be racist? No. But only white people possess the tools to be excellent at being racist.


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INTERJECTION
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A long time ago I went to a school where I was one of only three white children - and was beaten up by the other kids on a regular basis for it. But even at the age of 10 it was apparent to me that I was not directly experiencing racism.
Being new to the school, I was a convenient target for the other kids anger and resentment. They were reacting to the constant messages being relayed to them by the rest their world - TV shows, advertising, probably the curriculum itself, and the rest of the city in which they were not considered or felt like equals because they weren’t white, or white enough.
Were those kids jerks? Sure! Were they racist for yelling “Kill the white bitch!”, as they ran at me with kicks and punches? No. Having to move schools a lot helped me to see that most other public spaces and ways of living my life were accessible to me, but not for them.
When white people (intentionally or unintentionally) discriminate against others, it cannot be considered a defensive response to wider social forces on the basis of race. That’s one of the things which makes white people the real racists.
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I agree with you to a certain extent, but I think the issue of an individual's personal agency needs to be factored in here, or at least, its role clarified somewhat. As Tina Turner once sang, what's personal autonomy got to do, got to do with it? Is it indeed present at all in the examples of racism we choose to examine more closely or is it wholly absent or perhaps somewhere in between?
To what degree should the onus be on us as conscious choice making entities to rewrite the narrative we each inherit? Should the issue of the capability to be racist be ignored until we reach a certain age? Also, what is the extent of the impact of one's surroundings in shaping our prejudices? Should we automatically accept that a person who has lived their entire lives in a closed room, detached from all the persuasions, biases and influences of the press, media and social life, be considered completely incapable of being racist?
For me, colour is completely arbitrary with regards to the question of who can be racist. What matters is which race has all the power at a particular moment in time. I wonder if it had been black people that had enslaved whites for 400 years instead, would you feel just as comfortable making the exact same claim you are making here now? I also wonder whether the music created by white people under the yoke of slavery would sound anything like the blues and negro spirituals we have today? I would so love to hear it!
So to sum up my roughly thought out position - having nearly all of the power, white people have the greatest levels of responsibility to exercising it fairly and therefore are at most risk of proliferating racist practices as a result of this de facto privilege. But is racism solely the domain of the white person? No. Anyone can be racist. It depends on whether or not you are a member of the race which holds all the power.
I'll try to find a piece I began writing a while back in which made the rather audacious claim (perhaps foolishly) that there was no such thing as racism, using as an example the final scene from the original 'This is England' film where the white right-wing yob 'Combo' batters his black English friend 'Milky', who has a Jamaican heritage, to death, while repeatedly shouting racial epithets at him whilst doing it. How can such an act NOT be considered as being racist I thought at the time? But then a friend who I was watching it with made a really interesting observation which I ran with for a while...

People Are More Amazing Than They Know

People are more amazing than they know

I asked a friend at work if he could program a robot to scratch its nose

He said "You what?? What are you talking about???"

I said "Can you write the computer code to make a humanoid robot scratch its nose?"

He said "Ben, what drugs are you on?!! You know I don't know anything about computers!"

I said "Can you scratch your own nose?"

He said "Is this one of your psychology tests again??"

I said "Can you scratch your own nose, yes or no?"

He said "Of course I can you cretin!"

I said "Go on then!"

He scratches his nose

I said "You see!!!"

He said "Seriously Ben. What is wrong with you??!!"

Ten minutes later I said to him "Hey, can you program a robot to whisper only when it is in the same room as our house manager?"

He said "Ben! We've literally only just started our shift! It's 7:45am for Christ's sake!"

I said "Yes or no!"

He said "NO! Now go away from me!!"

A couple hours later our house manager walks into the kitchen to address everyone

I said to him "Hey, can you do what I asked you to do for the robot before whenever in the presence as our house manager?"

He whispered "F*** off"

I said "You see!!!"

It just goes to show that even though my work colleague doesn't have the slightest knowledge about writing machine code, he's able to re-program himself in an instant without even having to think. It's easy to forget that we all come housed in a top of the range biological robot we instinctively know how to write super sophisticated code for, effortlessly.

If we have this power at our disposal at all times then surely it must be easy for us all to program ourselves to do precisely what it is that we ought to be doing. Mind and body aligned and working in perfect harmony