Structuralism’s “oral” network
The world of illusionary tales prefaced in the circle of reality bemoans the similar lines intersecting at gradual points of development. Human nature is the guise for the patterns emerging in the social representation. Commonalities spreading universally is semantic prose for educational monism. In a peer pressured ensuring everybody likes you mentality, there is little room for unique instincts to deviate from the realistic compulsion. There is a spider web threading through humanity corresponding to a uniform measure of linearity.
The psychological link webbed into the sociological cocoon. The concurrents grouped in fantastical maturity import a synchronic symmetry. Thinking alike is a neurological mimicking. It is a pathological infection dotting copycat folklore. The underpinnings are cultural not natural. The dogmatic aspects spreading across timelines is a surface construction. A clouded delusion pawned off as a human instinct. Certain behaviours maybe instinctive but actionable offences is the leap that is baked into societal conformity. Televised content only deepens the socialised faculty in the depths of the mind. The blue pill nor the red pill seems to be a complementary solution. Both articulate materialistic desires. While an ascetic perspective may be forlorn and also interrogated for its cultural inspiration, its outcast immanently identifying with an internal perspective. The media propaganda informs materialistic sensibilities.
The internal facet revolves around one’s own ontology. It supersedes the external desires. The gift of eyesight is unmelted with imagery. Photographs engraved in the mind linked to the seven deadly sins. The hedonistic mentality focused on individualised consumption and attainment stretches the aesthetic bounds. No definite link can be underscored but the hellenistic remnants of western philosophy manifest itself throughout privileged society. The grace of status in personal elevation is a social climbing mimicry. A trial of deep civilised notation. A quotation to the overall depth of political quandaries. A collectivist invasion pursuing seductive externalities for grandeur prestige. A commonplace across society. The underpinning strings are visibly laced with capitalist vile. Structural integrity is linked to the frequent media. Propaganda shoved in the audience’s face. Televised content coercing behaviour in its false prophecy for salvation is noticeably a trick to suppress a rebellion.
The people are coupled into a group formula. A brave new world hinged on providing the antidote to the difficult reality of life. Instead of stuff it is endowing information to attain this stuff. It seems as if it is autonomous. It is just receiving a tip. Not given freely like a baby. Independent people reaching their goals of achieving materialistic lore. Socially constructed devices externally manifest their wiles onto man’s frontal lobe. The apparent satisfaction to soulful empowerment is harnessed erroneously. It is manipulated on billboards and televised content. The advertisement brainwashes coercive addictive behaviour to fall in line with the norm. Everyone else is doing it. The overlords are no cabal but a string of sorcerers. Their string progression in a quartet of polyphonic hymns. A verbal recitation of euphoric melancholy. The audience is compelled by the symphony’s voice. A breath of radiance summons the wrath of the rejects. The hypnosis carries weight clouding the consciousness of the mass adherents.
The superstitious finality musters worrisome sublimity into the collective consciousness. An unnerved currency in the bastion of humility. The intentioned faculty does not register. Unaware of the Truman show phenomenon. Unaware of a directer framing the world. A deity of sorts yet more mortal and reckless than his fantasies relish. A product of his environment that is generationally linked to the jargon force-fed by its predecessors. Its corrupted ideological pose is a bingo book of interrelated concurrents. Born into a system that precedes personal birth. A religious mantra in its doctrinal structure. The blasphemous ignorance is to deviate from the set standard. Feeling intuitive is a misguided appropriation of engraved perceptions educationally supported before debate is tolerated. It is not axiomatic but a learned interest. Taught in the midst of our early youth places these truths in the recesses of our minds. Subjectively connived as the ultimate form of natural expression. A lie formed as a truth in the childish folklore spoken softly in lullabies. Guidance is stolen by the parental dependency in the smokescreen prodded on the innocent youth.
The conscription of his beliefs is lauded as a ceremonial entrance into human life. Televised content pushes the advertisement pushing the certain agenda. Liberation depends on the consequential sequence. Freedom is the centre of absolution in the face of chaotic absurdity. He is doomed only if he stands idly by. Freedom for expression in its limited capacity. The frame game is nothing short of genius. An illusionary tale victorious in restricting the intelligent to think inside the 5x5 barbwire cell. A cell with a window to the outside. Able to see the pictures of pleasantries and fortune in the far out distance. Embroiled with a deep thirst for such hope. The outsiders provide information of the occurring events outside the cell but refuse to let us see it for ourselves. The outsiders look no different than the insiders but contest they have antibodies to the infectious externalities. The cure is possible for everyone but must be individually attained. A death race for salvation. Defeating cellmates one by one in an aggressive competition is the only way out of the cell. Follow their rules and reward will potentially come your way.
The reliance on external knowledge over ones senses pivotally reallocates one’s own self esteem. Needing to live by someone else’ expectations. A slave to a master’s bidding. The liberation is only a cover for the autonomous servitude. Disassociation from the slave trade and citizenship as the key to individualism guises the slavish strings. Trust in the viewed content is an inescapable illusion. It is the world only known by the audience. The boxed-in-cell is not apparent to the the cellmates. They feel chained to a society that wishes to quash them, If they try hard enough they can overcome the pressure. They follow the orders, the formalised insights sampled in advertised sentiments. The insiders only see what the outsiders wish them to see. They make the cell and place everyone in it. The outsiders provide salvation as the platonic philosopher kings. In their prestige, they belittle the insiders with their superiority. They deal the regulations to drive an ideological split.
The self-appointed bigoted neo-aristocracy adorns itself in its best outfits as it attends exclusive galas. They televise these events with proto-messaging to their causes. Marking as people’s persons. They talk down from their ivory towers in jargon intended to be relatable. Considerably their corporate attitudes only further the gap between them in the masses. Yet they try and try to incline toward the average Joe. Their synthesis of televised media in mother tongue with stories of old, fuel in their minds camaraderie. Cater our messaging and you can one day reach our level. They are beloved for believing in the masses. For their inspirational jargon. The televised entertainment brings their character forward not their true selves. Their advertised impersonations are fraudulent. Imposters playing a role that pierces the viewer’s heart. The lavish life is combined with a phoney replication. Off-screen there is little to distinguish other than heresy. They live in ivory towers but no matter which form of entertainment they are producing, it is a hoax. Their true nature is hidden from view. Usually ousted in scandals decades later. The self-immortalised are actors preying on the gullible.
The individual alone in the world seeks social affiliation. The aristocratic community boasts of its selfhood, a posse just like everyone else but it is not. It is a group of an interconnected web of privileged foes. Those outside the frame are vying for entrance. To be part of the unique scenario. It is all cookie-cutter surface jargon to real in the masses. To keep them aspiring yet at arm’s length. By promoting a self sufficiency scheme, it hinges on personal effort and undying conviction. The will to never give up is enough to make it. These slogans bridge the impossibility with plausible attainment. Work hard and in time success will come you way. Luck is periodic but enough shots on net, something is bound to go in. A probability game for a champion. Practice and study well, excellence is only a few yards away. There is some truth to this. The ten thousand hour rule. Whether or not this a proven science, a great deal of time focused on one trade can elevate one’s abilities and polish their skills. Yet not everyone is invited into the pantheon of elites. Only those with suffice connections are invited. The exclusivity is a dire reality.
The top brass are intent on keep their power while people maintain their composure. The hegemonic singularity is open but is selective. It commands a certain lifestyle. Wealth is tied with politics and ideology. There is no pure monetary value. Money only breeds the ability to access that which was once idolised as divine right. Accumulated wealth is a passage but it is only the first step. There are follow up interviews to enshrine in the paradise of the elitist kingdom. This monolithic perspective and kneeling is monarchial. Once inside the system, public appearances must follow a regimen to uphold the standard. Talking out of order will only lead to blackballing. Their voting will drop from the fives to the ones. Although they will still have their stuff, their resources will begin to dwindle and the public outrage will haunt them. To some extent this is a warning to the average person to stay away from elitist politics. Why get involved in a framework that betrays the core foundation of the ancestral mission. The multi-layered level closes off the world of the elites to the world of the citizen. Discouraging entry is tactical in providing hope and two-faced passion.
The elite world is grouped but polarised. The wealthy are tied in a knot but on the face of it they argue against one another. At times, sincerely in opposition to certain standards. Elites are attacked for their bad behaviour. Their troubling actions are called into question. When a single elite breaks from formation he is targeted. How dare he not advocate or defend this position. The elitist community is conditional. It is paradise for the robotic acceptance. Those who believe in the majority cause will win. The people-pleasers will be victorious. The manipulative will be able to overcome their past issues. Skewing media to either suppress or overlook their scandalous cellar. Protection is afforded to those who cater to the promising future. The progressive avenue is the talk of the town but their ideas are repeatedly ignored by all elites. Even elites who preach these ideas are simply playing the game. Tricking the people into thinking they have their back and then stabbing the people when they come bless them. Politics is war but it supposed to be honourable. Even if not to one another at least to the people. The stubborn arrogance to lie into good fortune is devious and detrimental. It sets a bad precedent for society. The self-appointed moralists are hypocrites.
The elites lie and the sooner the masses account for the blasphemy the better. It is not a grudge match but a honesty gig. They are selfish social climbers only in it for themselves. They continue to push innovative ideas that immediately are crushed due to lack of compromise or backbone. Blaming one another is low and unhelpful to the masses. Many people with influence continue to hypocritically claim one side of the coin and act the other. Advocates but only when it affects others. With all their prestige it all too shocking they lack any depth in the political machine. The people can vote and rely on their representatives. The elitist group can unite for the people’s best future but they do not. It is not one person’s or another. It is a national duty, a civic duty. Only looking out for oneself and save their job is the steady misuse of power. They resist the potential future in their greedy dominance. Why should they care for the rest of the citizenry? Why should they properly represent the people? Why should they be loyal?
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