It's A Profane World, We're Barely Breathing In It

 Contemplating the erosion of my own intuitive nature or rather, my paranoia at such a phenomenon taking place, I, through a blended mix of a fleeting feeling of sheer horror, combined with a more sharper pattern reasoning, proceed to associate myself with the large, bloated and massive herd that is the human race. Yes, our careful deconstruction of the concept of the shepherd or the hero who guides us in a particular direction, has inadvertently cemented our own naivete, despite our inherent delusion of having seen and known beyond the thin veneer of our world. Why must we hold anything sacred when everything is out in the open? Science, was the first line of defence against sanctimonious belief. The invention of the machine had been enough of a miracle that had a god creating it visibly with the instruction manual, as his scripture outlining every step of the process in detail. With the rise of technology, there was also the advent of the digital space, where the process of creation and creativity began to be documented in real time. A quantum shift came in the form of the machine given the agency to create, albeit still on remote control. The mystical realm of ideology had some semblance of sanctuary from the ever-encroaching machinations of rational thought, but there was also an answer to it- the enigmatic philosophy, with its rich, all-encompassing detail. 

Sanctity was thus forced to retreat in a perpetual limbo, as rational thought systemically began the process of deconstructing the oppressive binary of that once known as 'heaven' and 'hell'.  After all, purgatory does seem like the only reasonable destination. Death is only the journey and eternity surely wouldn't be so classist.

The individual, whose soul was crushed under wave after wave of truthful reality, deemed it wise to relinquish the falsehood of hope. He understood the plight of Atlas, forever doomed to shoulder the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Humility and servitude being at the mercy of a more resolute denial, the alternative became simple: embracing his own primordiality. Only that aligns with the rational model of stimulus and response. The toll of evolution has indeed been almighty. The curse of fate, omnipresent.

No longer harbouring the delusion of human potential, the only right thing to do is thus the choice of being steadfast in imperfection and existential flaw. In the words of E.M Forster 'strengthened thus in unbelief'. A tragedy in all respects but one with some gratuitous and insidious aesthetic appeal, imitated and habitually played out on a cosmic stage for all time.

The world is a smoke screen, a mere shade of its former actualized self, like those it is now burdened with. Who know all, yet do not care. As something of its own rational response, it has started shedding its own skin of green, to adapt aptly to their changing and at times, grossly impromptu standards. Since the reverence for all things lofty and elevated has also all but disappeared, they too, have been compelled to fall. While the angels above shed tears, the demons below erupt in fiery fury. However, it is as it is.Going primal is the word around the global block. The lonely rock, once a teeming planet, must inevitably surrender.

Machiavellian, Darwinian, whatever uninteresting, verbally sugarcoated designation may be so applied, the common denominator is same. A profane world, where nothing is sacred. All the cats are out of the bags, with there now being talk of disposing said bags off for good. Homo sapiens devolve into homo ludens, creatures of play. Like Shakespeare's 'flies' to the 'wanton boys', who only ever feel wronged themselves. Yet, there is no pleasure in this new state of primal nature, one of indulgence. Or pain. Just the annoying, yet addictive force of habit.

 "In this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo."   (Frank Costello, The Departed)     

The more we seem to make sense of things, the more it gets easier for us to be basic; as the conscientious among us start to sound and seem obtuse.  

Before I conclude, I would wager to say that in such a world would also be a rat race on who gets to be God first. The resulting failure or success of any and all attempts would inevitably just culminate in taking up arms against the heavens themselves, as has also been prophesized: mankind's penultimate rebellion marked correspondingly by a return to savagery.

In conclusion, the sanctity of all must be preserved, out of fear for the alternative. The only manifestation of the primal that is beneficial in that case, in my humble opinion. In fear only, can one not choose to go astray. In fear, is the conscience of the eventual.  However, one would have to make that choice willingly, lest they get drawn to themselves a tad too conveniently.