Taking an As Above... So Below perspective, there are some fascinating alignments in the way our history seems to be laid out, the environment we find
ourselves in, and the way we treat ourselves.
We are in a seeming quarantine.
We have "family from the outside who love us very much, or are angry at us, or we have betrayed, but can't wait for us to get home!" Some tell us to
stop hoping of ever getting out. "There's nothin' out thar'."
We are constantly graded, sorted, resorted, regraded, kept on a merit based system of "advancement" that can be revoked at any time if the wardens
*really* wanted to. They "built for us" this amazing place, but we kind of made a mess of it... and have to do the maintenance ourselves now.
However, many of the wardens sympathize, so some inmates can get special favors and stuff from the outside, giving them a competitive advantage over
everyone else. They start gangs, create the "law of the land", and "run the place".
The wardens are really there just to make sure the place doesn't get *too* crazy, but otherwise they leave it to the inmates to sort it out. If they
are forced to break something up, they will usually step in just to protect the weak.
Most people have some hidden aspect of themselves... some shame... some pain... some unfulfilled burn... something tugging at them somewhere. Or just
lost in a daze. Or perhaps a genuinely healthy mind there to visit and spread some warmth for a while, and remind us of what it's like on the
outside.
Heavily medicated, with the better medications generally requiring riskier behavior to access. Information tightly regulated, but news from the
outside does still leak in. Most just watch whatever is on the screen in the corner and never ask to change the channel.
Lots of yelling, fighting, etc... lots of different leaders and followers and crazy people in the corner... but in reality nothing really changes.
Entertainment options get better as more inmates arrive, but conditions start to go downhill due to the crowding and hoarding of the few connected
individuals.
Lots of sexual repression and/or hyper expression. Games strewn about *everywhere*, often used to outlet sexual repression. Sometimes truly Amazing
Art.
We have "letters" from our relatives, most we've forgotten... telling us about where we're from. But we've gotten so confused in here we don't really
understand them anymore, and might even have letters that aren't ours but to someone else.
Everyone gets really excited about a supposed "graduation day!" where some of us "get to get out of here!"... but when it comes, only a few seem to
go, and they don't really seem to make sense.
People just "disappear", and nobody really knows what happens to them on the other side. There are as many stories as there are people that have
gone.
But we're all promised that someday it will get better!
What if we're the lonely ugly funny shaped girl in the corner who smells bad and even when you *do* try to go talk to her she acts all
and
won't stop talking about
and so eventually everyone just stopped even coming to our corner except to swing by and throw some random fireballs
and whisper dirty stories into our ear to see what happens if we actually try it...
Nah... We're Beautiful!!!!
Namaste.
edit on 23-9-2011 by ErgoTheConfusion because: (no reason given)