Domination

There's no way around the fact that freedom can only be attained by being "filthy rich." Naturally, affluence presents its own form of slavery (i.e., insatiable greed). However, an awareness of the snare of affluence would easily insure that the proper path to freedom is taken. For me and other rank-and-file peons, game over! We have only minuscule wealth, which amounts to nothing in the grand scheme. Our lives are fraught with serious compromises that can only result in chronic mental illness once the subterfuge of self-delusion is lifted. Truth is the commoner's enemy. Only extreme wealth can purchase freedom.

Yes, human freedom must be purchased. The human web of dominion has engulfed the entire planet. No biological lie form dare escape the tyranny of human dominion, or that's what the ruling class of chimpo sapiens believes. That is, until small non-satient biological predators such as the Ebola virus run rampant and wreak havoc on human populations. Then, the falsehood of human dominion over the planet is laid bare. Yet, the quest for dominion is really the cause and catalyst for sorrow. But, I digress.

If I truly desire real freedom ... freedom from crowds, freedom from noise, freedom from pollution, freedom from disease, freedom from predators, freedom from stupidity and ignorance ... then, I must be wealthy enough to purchase a large enclave and fence it off from outside intrusions. I must be able to secure the facility and make it as self-sustaining as possible. Or, I must import all other necessities through dependable contractors. And, I must be able securely transport myself outside the compound to procure necessary food and supplies. Obviously, a pauper like myself cannot afford to purchase freedom. Instead, I must settle for faux forms of freedom.

So, here I am today. Disillusioned. I briefly fooled myself into believing that I accomplished the first big step toward freedom by emancipating myself from wage slavery. I also divested myself of real estate holdings in order to emancipate myself from debt and taxes. Then, I came to realize that I would always be susceptible to predation, primarily that of financial predators. Old age brings about another form of slavery, that is, indentured servitude and capitulation to physical degeneration and decrepitude. Not even vast sums of money bring about the relief of freedom from senior citizenship. Only death produces the desired freedom. Oh, the stupidity! Oh, the irony! Oh, the futility of it all!

After my workout at the gym this afternoon, I chatted with Maka. We both usually sit in the comfortable chairs across the front desk. He is now homeless. Actually, he's been homeless before for a span of seven years. His place of residence now is a bus stop shelter in an undisclosed location. I confided that I had entertained the idea of homelessness. However, entertaining an idea is far from actual implementation. A victim of adverse circumstances, Maka can only do what's necessary to survive. In a perverse way, he has his freedom. But, he is enslaved by poverty at the same time. A conundrum that I know all too well.