Often it seems to me that us humans in our society are like Fritz and Tommy in the trenches of WW1.
They didn’t want to die and they didn’t want to kill. It was all put upon them by the power structures that they were thrown into. At heart, in the place that matters Fritz and Tommy were the same; they played a game of football.
You can imagine Fritz in the trenches thinking “If only I could go over there and just talk to Tommy! Then all this hell would stop. I could go home and make children with Gurta.”
You can see Tommy saying the same thing but instead of Gurta there’s Betty.
At heart we all want to love and be loved. To stroke and be stroked. It’s the reason we speak to one another. The reason we go to work!
You think you work for money? What do you want money for?
A house? A car? What will you do in your house? Where will you go in your car?
At some point the reasons have to end. The journey has to reach its conclusion.
The power structures of our day have got us distracted by the means to the end. They have got us to forget about the end we are striving for with the means.
They have us fixated on acquiring wealth.
They have us fixated on getting a better hamster-wheel for us to run on and we’ve forgotten what we’re running for.
There is a scene in the 2nd season of Mr. Robot (the 11th episode) in which the FBI agent is in her bed and she says to her home operating system that she is lonely.
You get to follow her around as she does her job and she has a cold, capable exterior. She is the ivory tower. But alone, in her room wrapped up in her blanket she cries and says she’s lonely.
Why doesn’t she let people in?
She has been tricked by the narratives that are put out about love that it hurts and that you risk something for it.
You risk nothing for love because love is the only something that there is that you could risk. Everything else is just packaging.
Sure you’ll experience sensations if you get love and then lose love but this should tell you something very different from what the popular narrative about love and love-loss tells you.
It should tell you that you’ve found the true treasure the heat of which destroys the packaging.