Filling Our Consciousness with the Garbage of God’s All Encompassing Penis

So we are born into this world there seems to be this universal understanding that we have obligations to the people who gave birth to us or raised us and then we basically frame our entire social identity around either those people or else in the queer community it might the extended circle of the people we slept with and then outside of that is the category of friends and then outside of that is the category of strangers and then outside of that is the category of enemies, such as women and people who support abortion and Muslims and Jews and immigrants and animals and communists. In the heart of our value system is god and god seems to extend out of the penis into the universe to have created everything and so we have to bow to god’s immaculate all encompassing universal penis.

In the meantime, I am trying to understand how to relate to this world. In nature animals give birth to their young, they take care of them for a while and then they go off and live in flocks or live in isolation and sometimes they mate for life. In human culture we seem to mimic the extended clan system but our intelligence and everything about modernity gives us a new kind of possibility of relations and what I am wondering is what is the language for those relationships? We try to contain those relationships within the confines of capitalism so billionaires and generals are our supreme fathers and we are all the children of Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos and Vladimir Putin, nothing else matters except our relationship to the system of capitalism and our place as consumers.

It doesn’t seem like we have constructed anything new, any new ideas that have any traction at least in our culture in terms of human relationships. I think though when you look at spaces where people are forced out of religion, out of capitalism and out of family there is a much more interesting space for exploring the possibility of human relationships. So then we drift into tribal relativity, which is another way of relating. In the west among white people who were raised in modernity, it seems like a sort of alien idea, after all isn’t that what western identity was all about, destroying tribalism, destroying that other way of relatedness that existed throughout much of north America, south America, central America, the Caribbean, Africa, Indonesia and the pacific islands? Most of western culture as we understand it today defined itself as the general assault on tribalism and the forced assimilation into whiteness and its tools of expression, religion, and capitalism.

Isn’t that what Islam is as well, the conquest of tribalism and the imposition of monotheism and its associated space of values, worship of the family and the imposition of patriarchy.

But what about the flow of life, the actual possibilities of human engagement? Why can’t I just walk into any house and relate to any person? Why aren’t all people my relations? We already know that we are all basically, on a genetic level almost completely identical and we spend so much time trying to differentiate ourselves from each other. We are invested in differentiating ourselves from each other in order to sustain this system of capitalism, this space, this land and its houses, factories, offices, roads, malls strip clubs, churches, planes, and stadiums. All these spaces are the locus of our identity and we constantly shift our allegiance between family, worker, consumer, spectator, and driver.

What is outside of this thin frame of space we inhabit, this thin shell of life and the relationships we only have the most marginal horizons to experience? Who are we trying to control the world for? What are we trying to save ourselves from, with our wars, and our national borders? With our travels where we are connecting to anything that is different, what are we living for to connect with?

Why are we birthing more children given our rational mind? Why don’t we let almost everything die out and give the earth a chance to survive and recover from our ten thousand years of abuse? We seem to think that there is some way to control this monster called humanity but how can we control it? Why do we think there is anything sacred or special about us?

For me I need a new religion, I need a new political theory, I need a new economy, I need a new way of understanding human relatedness. It hasn’t been invented yet, lots of things have been invented but not a new religion that actually works that doesn’t teach us to expect anything in heaven, that doesn’t teach us there is a magical invisible creator of the universe, that gives us bizarre missives from our ancestors to feel a sense of connection. I need a religion that is based on the worship of the future, the infinite possibility of the future and that doesn’t uphold love as its highest value, thus implying that the absence of love or the opposite of love is the removal from the divine. That is the best setup in the world for creating connectedness and alienation all wrapped into the same ball. We need a religion that is more realistic, more understanding of nature and its mechanisms, that embraces our animal origins, our animal instincts, and isn’t offended by them, but also that understands our neurotic intellectual tendencies and our creative capacity for change and connectedness. A religion for the future after humanity, a religion that doesn’t worship human values, the values of monsters.

I need a new economic system. Our system just doesn’t make any sense, it isn’t rational, it doesn’t actual serve any purpose or create anything except for garbage and destruction. I need new ways of relating to other people and understanding relatedness. I can’t handle a system that is based on the idea that just because a couple of people had sex that suddenly means that other people are their property. The foundation of religion, private property, patriarchy and war and fundamentally rooted in the family and the abuses of the family over hundreds and thousands of generations.

I need a new vision of the future. I think I can just about see it but I don’t even know who to talk to about it. I can’t find anyone who wants to talk about anything. I suppose I can at least try to write about the future and about all these ideas, but I can’t find people who want to sustain conversation over time about any of these ideas. I feel as if I am in the desert because I just don’t hear anyone talk about anything original or explore almost any kind of ideas. I will follow almost any thread of ideas to the extent that I can and will have conversations with almost anyone about almost anything. I am an open book but I just can’t find anyone who wants to talk about the future unless it is contained within a very narrow scope.

How do we even have conversations about the future, about alternatives to the past and undoing this garbage pile of existence we have created, these garbage piles called houses and all the products that we feed them, these garbage piles called cars and roads that we fill our planet with, this garbage pile of human existence, these garbage piles of families of hundreds of generations that have led to these languages of colonialism and obsession, that have scrubbed our minds devoid of imagination and have sucked the marrow out of our souls and filled them with the garbage of god’s penis stuffed into our consciousness pushing us into the lies of immortality, peace, and universal connectedness? How do we undo ten thousand years of lies, violence, trauma, piles of garbage and trash? How do we have conversations about this that are outside the contained environments of popular media and social hierarchy?

I know we have the capacity for this kind of visioning, these kinds of conversations because I can see it. I can see that this isn’t the future, these houses, these cars, these religions, these families, these institutions. I can see that they are falling apart right now, it is easy enough to see them deconstructing and dissolving. I can feel it. Can you feel it? I wish there were places to go where people could just talk. It doesn’t seem like there is anywhere to go to talk about anything. We live in this void of language, this void of imagination , everywhere our language is controlled, our ideas are kept in check , that wildness of the human spirit, that wildness of our ancestors that propelled them to solve problems in the most original and unique ways seems to be dead in us in modernity. We seem to be locked into the language and patterns of our ancestors, we are living their lives for them, the lives of our patriarch rulers of the past. Living out their lives since they stink of death, decay and dust they have commanded us to live our dead lives for them in honor of their deadness, in order to make ourselves the dead, the unliving automatons of their religions, of their economic systems, of their governments, our role is to be the dead, propped up puppets of their lives, worshipping their deadness through our unquestioning obedience, through the rote, ritualism of our doing, our consuming.