I often think of our modern ‘societies’ (they aren’t societies in any reasonable sense) as something we have no category for or language about. Put simply: they are monsters. This form of monster has evolved through a variety of phenotypes over human history. One of them was the ‘colonial’ phenotype. This is what largely eradicated the indigenous populations around the world over a relatively brief timespan.

That form mutated.

So that it no longer needed physical conquest, physical war, to proceed. The conquests reached into the lives, hearts, minds, ecologies and families of every living being on this world. Of course, some of the conquest remained physical. The omnicidal imperatives of these monsters continue to invent new forms of rape — new domains in which to invade and propagate.

Inside our minds and lives. Using them. As fuel.

And sometimes, I wonder if… when the old stories… the ancient stories… speak of terrifying monsters that devoured everything… if they might have been striving against »something in the future. Our situations. Right now. For they are monstrous to the root, though we inhabit them with hope. With faith.

Sometimes, with heroism.

These horrors are like self-propagating machines. They have no conscience. Imagine a person who does everything they »can do. Everything. Without remorse. Without compassion. Everything they can possibly ‘get away with’. With an emphasis on getting away with anything that would otherwise be interrupted by… love. Awareness. Mutual concern. Humanity.

But our societies are not human. And corporations are the new nations. And ‘information’ is the new commodity. The dead remains of what might have been intelligence. Community. Wonder. Learning. Growth. Real fulfillment.

We live in the shadows of monsters with common names in English. And we have been scripted to see them as necessary. As powerful. Even as good. We are capable of goodness, but the monstrous terrible evils under whose sway and for whose survival we labor… are horrific. And the claim that some are less so than others… well, that’s just comparing one rapist to another.

There is a way out. But we cannot correct the course of these atrocities standing in the place of virtue and human communion. They must be destroyed. But not by war.

By the establishment of something so beautiful, so alive, so human and authentic… that … they simply starve in place. And give way to the possibility of a human future that truly embodies and ennobles our potentials.

And this is my dream.