In the end what has man but his thoughts? I would postulate further, what is a man to stand for, but it's thoughts? His actions, perhaps? I know precious little of actions.
Lions, donkeys, hyenas. They all act. So is that what we are? no. We are more and less than the beasts. We are thoughts. We are actions and the reflections upon those actions.
Yet, we are also not merely reflections. We are not mirrors.
That is the preserve of Spirits of the gods. We are actions and thoughts upon actions, neither one nor the other. We are free neither from action, nor from thought.
Our humanity can only be understood if we embrace both the animal and the God within us. As humans, we must nourish both, yet western lands of - so called - "civilisation" are lands of action.
A place fixated not on ideas, not on the redemptive power of thought but in the obliteration of the intellect.
It is a place where in mankind has attempted to deny half of his being, and in pursuing freedom has attempted to split himself.
Much as a monk gives up the pleasures of the body, so the American, or the westerner, is encouraged to give up the pleasures of the mind.
He is led by desire to a pigpen awaiting his own slaughter.
Within this mind, I decided that my study could best be conducted by travelling around this country and seeing how we, as westerners, could best awaken both the god and the animal within.
I wandered into the Inferno. The grand human Inferno, the fiery and mediocre hell that we have labelled "a city". Our center hub of "civilisation". A world built by men for the torture of their Fellows
A place that shows, beyond all reasonable doubt, that when left to his own devices, when removing god entirely from his creation, man will induce not heaven, but hell. The gilded inferno.
The marbled purgatory. This churning sea of desire, the place where we seen Man for what he truly is, and recoil in horror. He is the destroyer of all.
Of nature, of course. And of his brothers... seemingly as sport, and finally of himself.
Men are fixated on Greed, and desire, and on the acquisition not of experiences or pleasures but the ability to acquire. People are fixated on wealth. Man is reduced to the desire for desire.
Wanting is all that matters. Not loving, not being, not having, but wanting. We are the killers for Desire.
This is the grand sickness, the Eternal sickness of this land - it is, man Unleashed. Man Unleashed and turned into... You tell me?
Our society all at once depraves the poor and dehumanises the rich. And this, we are informed, is a high point of western society. Nonsense. This is nonsense. Western nonsense, yes. But nonsensical perceptions nonetheless. The real west can only be found not in desires but in the purity of its landscape