I am the artist, the builder of my own reality! I am the creative nothing, the eternal temporality of existence's forces. Through desire, through the purification of impulse into true Will, the manifestation of reality becomes the drawing of potential upon the canvas of Nothingness.
The decaying, stagnate continuance of the incessant tradition of the civil man necessarily, and stupidly at that, focusing upon humanity's so-called greater drive has caused countless atrocities and innumerable sufferings. Men unworthy of leadership have plagued the history of humanity, preferring to construct artificial kingdoms with whispers of glorification, only to later on create a horrifying dystopia of the grandest illusions.
Mandates and rules around us are but reactionary conditions stimulated by the drive for sustaining conceptual order. Empty fluff into the air, the standards of humanity are enforced through geopolitical, psychosocial diagrams of systemic conditioning. It is for this reason why technological progression must be seemingly controlled by hierarchical organizations: should liberty be in totality, progression would deviate from centralized, intentional planning and flower into uncontrollable potential. We should be travelling the stars by now; instead, we are still crudely sustained by oil, when there is so much energy around us to freely provide global vitality.
Those pulling the strings of politics, controlled both by the fear of and deep hunger for power, continually attempt to shape humanity's future by tangling the strings of social potential with socioeconomic absolutism. Realizing the power of commercialized growth, these self-ordained shepherds infuse society with commoditized fetishism, preferring a devolved social equation consumed with idiotic person-hoods obsessed with the moment of outwardly glorification. Such a society intentionally fascinates themselves with the fire on the wall and remains a stupid and easily manipulated people.