The Illusion of Desire

The immediate muse for this production is this essay by Tal Brewer and a pending “Conversation” about it called “The Great Malformation” (https://hedgehogreview.com/issues/theological-variations/articles/the-great-malformation is the article; https://iasculture.org/events/public-forum-great-malformation is the IASC Event). Tal’s notion of a social pole of a “comedy of the cultural commons” got heard as a play for the same purpose. As both story and potentially instructive, making such a play became an imagined rabbit hole to send iTAIM/AI down. What might probabilistically calculate that we already know …and could be reminded of. 

Tal’s essay and Charles Mackay’s “Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds” became explicit fodder among the prompts used. The dark side of both what Tal assembled and iTAIM calculated is that the medium is now far more than the Marshall McLuhan’s message. Evolved to learn from story, humanity is becoming the story that is feed us; that we are evolved to consume.

The monetizing ‘machine’ of social media is now our “Matrix” …and there is no Neo nor Trinity. Morpheus is but a delusional visage of the residual memory induced by taking either the Red OR the Blue Pill. 

Within acculturated acedia, our species is evolved to self-destruct. This time around, this is within a theology of a social ‘good’ that is an economic paradigm of avarice. Being barred from the Biblical Garden of Eden because, having evolved to grasp knowledge driven choice, could, when eating of the tree of life, “become as gods”. It is this ‘eternal life’ has been afforded a delusional social corporate construct which, via a ‘cannibalism’-of-sorts, can live ‘forever’. It is the inhumanity of these imagined entities that the social paradigm is now has unleashed to be as gods …and an these gods of Greed-as-a-social ‘good’ have set in motion the banning of all life that thrived in the Garden of our little blue marble; a third rock from our star.

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