content: Ruminations on Decay Is suicide the last remaining act of freedom? I’m not seriously considering it, but the question is worth asking. When I first left home for the “real world”, nothing could have prepared me for the amount of scrutiny I’d be facing as an adult. It seems like everything is designed to constantly put us on the defensive; TV shows, news media, workplaces, classrooms, even gathering among friends.  Each moment lived on your heels. No solid ground, even within one’s self.  Maybe the Panopticon is already complete. Maybe there is nowhere left to run where another prisoner isn’t waiting to police your behavior. Maybe having guards watching and punishments carried out has become largely unnecessary. Maybe we are at the End of History.  A year ago I would have rejected this notion. Progress cannot end, we are merely off-track, I would say. The road is not straight or without its bumps, but in general the world trends toward freedom and prosperity, I would say.  With each day, each month, each year, it seems we may be approaching some end. Not of thousands of years of progress reaching its logical conclusion; but thousands of years of regress reaching its.  We are taught that Man evolved from Apes. Why isn’t it that Apes evolved from Man? That we modern Men didn’t evolve from a higher race? That the modern world didn’t degenerate from a more transcendent one? That we aren’t indeed at the end – not of evolution, but involution? -- Sent from my Joogle Pixel 2, now with SchizoAssist