The New Normal; or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the End Times
You don’t have to be a ‘believer’ to believe in the End Times. These are them. One doesn’t need the Sumerian, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Hindu, Jewish, Christian, Islamic God(s) to grok the End Times. All one needs is a firm understanding of the underlying truth of this world: Humans are Drama Queens, and All The World Is A Stage.
To believe in the End Times is to understand that Homo Sapien Sapiens weave context/narrative throughout our reality. History. And it is His story. We’re at the End Times of a 10,000 year Patriarchy. And perhaps that’s what survivors do. Cling to brute strength. Surely, the founders of our current civilization were the survivors from the end of the last. We see the first known human settlements around the world are built upon the remnants of an earlier epoch. The previous civilization quarried, moved, cut and meticulously placed 50 ton megaliths like feathers, while the survivors who came upon these ancient stone structures were reduced to brick and mortar.
In many ways it is hard to imagine living in 1820, only 200 years ago. From the Old West to the Final Frontier. Imagine life 500 years ago. When the Aztec stumbled upon Teotihuacán the great city had been abandoned for a thousand years. They said the Gods built it. Can we truly imagine life in ancient Rome or Greece? Epochs come and go, each with their tale. We’re no different.
Through recorded history, the time after ‘the deluge’, it’s been a man’s world. King of the Hill. My sword is bigger than yours. The thousands of years of history that we know show human aspiration toward cooperation is always on the rise, thwarted time and again by vainglory. Hubris. Our fatal flaw and original sin: I’m right and you’re wrong.
For thousands of years, Empires and Kingdoms bristle and battle over territory, resources, and bragging rights. Wars are known for how long they last. The ongoing 20 year national emergency and ‘war on terror’ has nothing on the 100 Years War between England and France over which bloodline wears a crown. Ultimately, in the modern world for the last 300 years or so, aggression has more to do with paying off debts than a loss of honor. Capitalism, like a cancerous shark, and unlike Trade, sinks or swims through ROI. It’s no longer about eking out profit to pay for employee benefits, and a summer house on the lake, but about rape and pillage and ‘shareholder value’.
The Empire of Competition is coming to a close. We’ve heard the buzzword ‘unsustainable’ for decades. Well? It’s not rocket science. It’s a camel’s back.
The world is on fire. It’s what happens. It’s what the Chinese meant when they didn’t say, “May you live in interesting times.” These are them. The curse is upon us. And that’s okay. Comets and asteroids are whizzing closely by, disease, pestilence and war simmer on the front burner. And for our entertainment pleasure we await the Ghislaine Maxwell Show.
You can fight it and try to make things better, or you can sit back with popcorn and wait for the blackhole whirlpool to suck you into the tribulation.
Either way, what’s important to know is that the New Normal isn’t normal at all.