Or, to put it differently, the world is always ending. What comes next is up to us. Every morning we wake up and sweat and bleed to put an exact duplicate of the previous day into its place. We need not do this, but we do – out of fear or despair or psychologically deluded petty ambitions or sheer stubborn lack of imagination. At any moment, we could all stop paying rent and going to work (NOTHING could stop us if we all deserted together!) and rebuild society from scratch, without landlords or loan payments. Heaven knows we have all had that daydream at least once. It’s not police or politicians that keep the wheels turning and the bodies burning – it’s our own compliance and complacency, not to mention our lack of faith in one another.
But, are we really going to live to see something else? Do we dare hold our breath for another world?
Despite the seriousness of our situation, the future isn’t one monolithic, inescapable doom. There are several futures ahead of us, just as today there are people who live side-by-side, but inhabit different worlds; which one you live to witness will depend largely on what you do in the meantime. This nightmare exists precisely to the extent that we invest ourselves in it. Every day that we work for it, buy from it, and stake our lives on it, we are buying into the protection racket that keeps it the only game in town.
When you really start to go for it, when your actions open a bona fide portal to another way of life, others will come out of hiding and join in. What – did you think you were the only one going crazy here?
It takes an entire subjugated nation to keep things running, and there are plenty of others among that number who know how little they are getting from it. They are the millions who don’t get consulted for newspaper polls, who might pick you up hitch-hiking but never appear on television. Ten thousand sleeper cells wait for the point of critical mass to arrive, ready to spring into action with their own yearnings to breath freely, and with private scores to settle, desperate for a war to fight in that really matters, a love to fall in that can demand their attention – killing time and themselves with anorexia, alcoholism, dead marriages, and deadening careers.
It’s not too late to live like there’s no tomorrow. All hope for the future depends on it. Say your last words now, and start from there with whoever joins in. Dreams do rebel and come true.