25th June 2010
Epitaph for a murdered planet: There is no money in the truth. That’s
why everyone, or just about everyone, accepts all these lies, always
calculating the money to be gained against the relative truth of the
subject at hand, always forgetting there is no such thing as relative
truth. Relative truth is always a lie.
“A girl’s gotta eat,” she said quickly, reflexively, fingering the
large diamond bauble on her finger. And there, for all eternity, was
the bottom line, in all its unsavory glory.
This is how we have rationalized our own self destruction.
The bottom line is that we are willing to destroy ourselves for
something — in the very last of final analyses — that we really didn’t
need. But we talked ourselves into believing that we needed it, all
the while forgetting the ultimate purpose of why we’re here at all. It
was something — for all the best minds on the planet across all those
bloody ruins of time — that we could never really figure out.
There were those who chose blind belief, and locked themselves into
concepts which, when practiced long enough, would never let go of the
believers who chose them, and blindly they went to the heaven of their
And there were those who chose to think it all through, to figure it
all out. A very small percentage of humanity over the years. But these
are the thoughts that stayed alive from civilizations long crumbled
into dust, these are the thoughts we tried to live by. But all too
often, with each generation, these noble thoughts were merely used as
hypnotizing deceptions to lure the less reflective types into a
permanent type of thought slavery, which was then ruthlessly exploited
by the old men in black robes who held the formula most people never
even dreamed existed.
Either way, both groups failed miserably to prevent the thing they
always feared would happen. And it was the very attempt to PREVENT the
thing they always feared would happen that ACTUALLY ALLOWED the very
things they feared most to happen . . . again and again and again . .
Lost in the dusty rubble of history was enough information to get the
job done, but those controlling the cash register — and each of us
shares the guilt of this — pushed this knowledge out of the way, hid
it, diluted it with fancy names and philosophies and religious
rituals. And it was all because there was no money in the truth. So
now we see — finally, clearly — the shadow of what money has done to
us. It has banished the truth from our discourse, because the truth is
not profitable. And now we face the ultimate payoff in our collective
quest for lots of money, which is our total obliteration from
existence. Be certain of this. No one will remember your name.
As we try to rate the significance of the deliberately planned oil
volcano scare of AD 2010 in the group of natural and unnatural
disasters that have changed the world — the Coba volcano of 75,000 BC
that killed 90 percent of the world’s population, the Thera volcano of
1200 BC that put the darkened fear of God into the Old Testament, the
Jewish-implemented World Wars of the 20th century AD, the permanent
fouling of the atmosphere in the 1950s and ‘60s with atomic bomb
tests, and now the chemtrail poisoning of the skies, oil poisoning of
the water, and biotech destruction of the world’s food supply — we see
how humans with power have assumed the duties of God, and vented their
wrath over all life on the planet, merely because they would not
accept the truth . . . BTW, because there’s no money in it. Such is
the nature of our collective disease.
So the history of our time is, then, not much different than any other
year, with new disasters to challenge, and new lies that are always
the same when viewed from the perspective of hindsight.
We had the information to save ourselves, but we ignored it, because
there was no money in it.
But, forsooth, lest I leave you in this agitated condition without
some positive chord to strike a chord in a soothing and harmonic way,
let me just uncover a little bit of that ancient wisdom that we
ignored because there was no money in it, and see, just maybe, if it
doesn’t make you feel better.
All these years I meant to write a paean of praise to all the people,
all the friends, I have made on the Internet simply by trying to
figure out what’s going on. A delightful fraternity they are, I must
say. I have learned more in the past ten years simply by asking
questions of people who appear to be sincere than I did in the
previous 50 years of my rococo life.
Somehow, this fraternity and sorority are all on the same page, in
some sense. Each one of you, to a great degree, is not participating
in this great snipe hunt for money. Can you believe it? Yes, I believe
you can. I know you can.
Thus, for my noble and steadfast friends, who scramble through the
corridors of thought, searching for the sense of it all . . . this
message was written by someone I admire and wish to emulate for his
clarity in sorting folly from fact and always reaching the heart of
the matter. This appreciative fragment, dedicated to all of you, is
titled . . .
The duties which we owe to our friends seem an awful lot like the
emotions that all of us, in our deepest hearts, aspire to feel about
ourselves. You could call it self-love, if you like, and the feelings
you give to your friends could rightly be called a kind of love.
We ought, it is said, to wish their good, or what appears to us to be
such, and to promote it to our best ability, merely on their own
account. With this kind of disinterested affection mothers are
animated toward their children, and those friends toward each other,
between whom some disgust has arisen which, though it interrupts their
congenial relations, does not destroy their mutual kindness.
Others say that friends must spend much of their time together, have
the same inclinations and pursuits, and sympathize with each other in
their joy as well as in their sorrow. On whichever, or how many soever
of those conditions friendship principally depends, we shall find that
all of them belong to the affections by which a good man is animated
toward himself; and by which all men are animated in proportion as
they either approximate, or only think they approximate, to an
honorable and praiseworthy character, which in questions concerning
human nature, is justly considered the sole unerring standard.
Only the virtuous man is at peace within himself, since all the powers
of his mind are actuated by the same motives, and conspire to the same
end: always aiming at good, real and intrinsic, the good of his
To him, existence is a benefit, which he earnestly wishes may be
preserved, especially the existence of the thinking principle within
him, which is peculiarly himself; for every individual strives after
its own good, real or apparent, which only in the virtuous man
coincide: but could an individual love its change into something quite
different from itself, the good of the latter would be to the former a
matter of slight concern.
In Deity all goods are accumulated, because he is ever and invariably
that which he is; and in man the thinking principle is the part that
is properly and permanently himself.
He who pursues the good of his mind is pleased in his own company,
being delighted with the recollection of the past as well as animated
with the prospect of the future; and having ever at his command
innumerable speculations, in which he exercises himself with the most
Both his joys and his sorrows are respectively consistent with
themselves, since they invariably proceed from fixed and regular
causes; for he does not delight at one time in what will excite his
repentance in another; and thus harmonized within his own breast, he
is similarly affected toward his friend, whom he considers as a second
self; and his sympathy for whom, when it reaches its highest
perfection, resembles that internal concord which is experienced in
his own mind, when the various principles of nature coalesce into one
movement, and flow in the same homogeneous stream of virtuous energy.
Yet many men of very irregular lives seem to be highly satisfied with
themselves. Is this because they mistake their own characters? It
should seem so, since the complete villain is always visibly at
variance with himself; and all others similarly affected in proportion
to their progress in wickedness; willing one thing, yet desiring and
preferring another as those who allow themselves to be subdued by
vicious pleasure, and who may be said, with their eyes open, to rush
into voluntary destruction.
In the same manner, through laziness or cowardice, others avoid that
conduct which they know most likely to promote their happiness.
When men proceed to the last stage of depravity, they become as odious
to themselves as they are detestable to others, and therefore often
destroy their own lives; and even before they arrive at this
deplorable condition, they fly from and avoid themselves; preferring
any kind of society to that of their own reflections; the past crimes
that haunt their memory, and meditated guilt which is continually
occurring to their fancy.
As they have nothing in them that is amiable, they cannot be the
objects of their own love. Neither their joys or their sorrows are
consistent. Their whole soul is in sedition, distracted between
contending principles, the pleasure of one giving pain to another; and
when the worst principle prevails, a foundation is laid for the
If such be the wretchedness of wickedness, how strenuously we ought to
exert ourselves to become good men, that we may live in friendship
with ourselves, and be worthy of the friendship of others!
This, as you may have guessed, is a snippet of Aristotle, culled from
his Nicomachean Ethics, dedicated to you for the inspiring intent of
your efforts, which have made me — the man who knew too much — a much,
much better person than I otherwise would have been.
What a great group to hang out with. Too bad we could never figure out
how to make truth profitable, because as we come to learn, it is
the ultimate profit.
Today, I can hardly see truth anywhere. But one place I know I can get
it on demand is from you, because I know you don’t read these screeds
I write for the money, and that is why we struggle to bring the truth
to light, even though it is now a very unprofitable direction under
the current and enduring tyranny of money that has trapped us in its
Thank you. Now is the time to think fast.
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