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Greatest Mental Disease of Our Time

The primary mental disease of our time exhibits many habits and symptoms, but two come to mind here: 

Entitlement. The idea that we have more because we earned it.

Power. The worship of force, power-over, that is dislocated from the life force it seeks to control.

Entitlement and Power are instruments of oppression developed over centuries. Each of these create systemic violence within constructs of established and new fantasies.

Village folk, having learned through generations of civilization, understand we would not survive beyond infancy without love and cooperation. Language, literature, and knowledge are the trinity of civilization. Now with imagination and technology we have created higher standards of living. But these are soon lost if we adhere to a propaganda that promotes selfishness exclusively. Our wealth and intelligence becomes more powerful when its shared with the whole Universe to sustain and protect our ecosystems.

Taxes are investments in the human future. Roads, hospitals and schools are vehicles to richer lives.  We take these vehicles of infrastructure for granted if we succumb to adolescent ideologies that worship the winners and express contempt for everyone else.

Entitlement blinds us to the centuries of socialization that has invested in our well being.  Who will benefit by this ideology? The arms industry?

Power that continues to rape and pillage - physically, spiritually and emotionally is a power that eats life - through forced labour, racism, misogyny, poverty and pollution of the planet. This leaves the conscience and consciousness feeling powerless.

Driven in this way, we destroy nature, the planet, our families and friends, and our own future. We destroy our nation just as the Nazi's destroyed the country they claimed to love. The routine torture and murder of unarmed imprisoned people is the result of this madness. Power is as stupid as it is brutal.

Because we allow ourselves to be oppressed by the devices we created to prove we are entitled to have power over others,  we have made our own lives contemptible.

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