A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light. — Kafka
The essence of normalcy is the refusal of reality. — Ernst Becker

Technology… the knack of so arranging the world that we don’t have to experience it.
— Max Frisch

They have eyes but cannot see. — Tehilim

Contemplating that which is just-around-the-corner and that will, at long last, liberate us, we perceive ourselves to be timelessly on top of a wave, our lives.
At our very core, we are delusional beings. Solutions and theories abound; they titillate and buffer us from reality, and thus we “manage our problems.” Yet any such railing is a lure.
As early as possible in our lives, our self-serving educational system sets up the paradigm that posits that words stand for things, and that the more we learn, the more we will know.
Knowledge is the opposite of stupidity and that’s all there is to it. 
What to know, what it is to know… these key questions are not to be addressed.
Through its pervasiveness, education has us assume that most of what we do is absolutely natural: the central process of naming ourselves and whatever surrounds us ignores its inherent violence.
What we know is choking us: our need for comfort fosters predictability and redundancy. As humanizing as its diverse ramifications may be, culture primarily mirrors, glorifies and perpetuates our existing value system. 
We love what we love because we are reflected in it. 
The very same elements that were meant to liberate us – words, concepts, and media – regurgitate “what-is-known” into worn-out concepts. Caught up in a monkey-see-monkey-do cycle, reality is off limits and immediacy has gone. Our universe is built up to the extent that alienation, separation, isolation – and for some of us, exile – have become the very fabric of our existence, our playpen.
Like some kind of tautological monstrosity, we have become so full of ourselves, we are falling victims of our own centrality. 
Centrality. normalcy, and certainty, three of our major hoaxes, have us cornered. And with experience not being transmissible, our planet is endangered.
Doing something, anything, has to be better than doing nothing – since we cannot imagine anything else, we would rather keep everything in place.
Wishful thinking permeates our lives… we continue to believe. Nothing is ever a surprise anymore.
In a digital age when reality is conveyed through 1’s and 0’s… we avoid approaching anything resembling a zero.
By ignoring the imminent oblivion that awaits us all, “tomorrow” has become our most significant taboo. Being lost has become a long lost art. 
Jon Kabat-Zinn’s question, “Is there life before death?” should remain a critical point of departure.

CopyrightMarton2014Images and words keeps us isolated in a form of mass solitary confinement, exchanging looks and commenting on what has already been thought, said and lived.
It is conceivable that after the fluid wisdom of the Pre-Socratic thinkers and the Taoists, the cycle that defined knowledge/culture as being fixed and separate from living may finally be coming to an end.
Our digital realm, like a form of contemporary Ying/Yang dialectic, should constantly remind us of the relevance of the zeros (the void).
When all has been said and done, we seek a particular silence. When the noise has ceased.

The floor below us has dropped a long time ago, we just have been too busy to notice what lies beyond “the stuff.”

1 of 3. Knowing what we know, we know nothing: we believe our eyes (and ears, and words) but they are too busy verifying what has been stored in our cataloged universe.

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