avivalevy3
Padawan Learner
Q for C's: Is it reality or SciFi? If reality, are the implants all consensual?
My thoughts, so far:
I personally find it is very much like what I had to do to myself to survive as a full time worker and single mother for the years that I managed to juggle two lives. A split. The self destroying half its self to survive?
I am also wondering if this is how we might possibly approach this intimacy dilemma...we want it but are scared of it...being scared makes us want it more...so we distract ourselves from fear with prepackaged "self-hypnosis" so to speak until we're willing to look into what amounts to a mirror...a "re-integration" of sorts. Self meets self. Again, making its own acquaintaince, in the other, when s/he/they become aware of the split/severance. Parent & child; husband & wife, 2 lovers, 2 colleagues...see the same self in one another. A second level of "reintegration" happens.
I have not seen the end yet, so far it appears that efforts to reintegrate kill people, or they kill themselves. Which we see now happening in media events particularly Ukraine. Provocative images many of us remember from personal family histories..bodies laying in the same streets, bearing the same symbols, 90 years ago...cognitive dissonance, displacement/gaslighting & endless "fake" news, fear porn, whatever distracts and upsets the most, apparently. When "reality" is too terrible and too scary to believe, we call it BS. Until it visits our doorstep.
This particular provocation ignites much wrath because it awakens an enormous amount of buried sorrow. Generational grief. My grandparents I never knew. My aunts and uncles I never met. Cousins...the missing "family," the roots I have not, or not in one group. Or not even in the same time/space. How many others out there like me? Collective grief. I feel it. I cry. Skies suddenly stormy, it rains. I have a tremor in my leg. There are earthquakes where people I love live. I don't know how they are doing. 2 are off my radar. Weather unseasonably cold here, too hot there...like hot and cold flashes, of a menopausal madam, myself again. Or some other shift/change happening, but on a collective level. The sum total of the news everyday, fake & supposedly less fake (kinda like bud & budlite after awhile) is: what reality do you choose to tune into now?
And yet, there are the eternal, unanswered questions:
There is the finger trap guy. He asks a good question, not a new question: Can love transcend severance? And what quality of love? Is the act of transcending one's own internal severance the beginning of unconditional love? ("inny" meets "outty?") And the next step, in lakesh, transcending severance in the other, as the two in the "mental health walk" in the hallway do...Halley and Mark...Is there an end? Finger trap guy asks Mark if he's romantically involved with Halley. Mark says no, why? Finger trap replies, you smiled at her. You never smile at us.
Yogananda used to tell his students to be a smile millionaire. Little things.
Thoughts?
