My fellow retards,
The elves that reside in this composite mind are all just reflections of phon/ongod. Past lives and potential-selves wander the consciousness of your humble deacon, informing but never moving the fleshy form found herding goats and translating pheverdreams. Some voices want a good old fashioned fight with the plutocrats and homogarchs. Their rage against the machine is understandable. Most all of the elves agree that the thing must be defeated, but the wisest ones seek first to redefine the nature of the conflict.
The enemy is indeed the machine that gobbles up attention and effort to spit out graft and manufactured consent. Elves have no consensus as to the details of this dire foe, but it is generally agreed that the machine revolves around the social and political structures which empower bastards who want to take everything you have and enslave your children. Whether these bastards are reptilian, arachnid, cyber nazi or space jew in nature…whether they are an ancient cult, a collaborate of convenience, or just an alignment of perverse incentives, it is clear they must be stopped.
Fighting an invisible enemy who can have you suicided isn’t a cake walk. Efforts against it are self-destructive and easily suborned. The machine provides drugs, entertainment…Coachella—every manner of cold comfort and apparent safety in exchange for obedience.
Ultimately for many, obedience isn’t such a bad deal. If you can stan with being subject to a thing that cares only that you pay your tithe and don’t rock the boat, and if nobody you love is the type to rock the boat or object to being so callously ruled, probably you’re better off sticking with the man. Nobody outside the machine is going to build something as cool as a Tesla Model S Plaid, that’s for sure.
“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
-Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings
It is indeed a difficult path to live apart from whatever you call the thing that appears opposite Alex Jones on the alignment chart. It gets easier with a cohort. The more people doing it, the more it becomes possible to do. Elves dream of a world where the cohort grows so large it robs the machine of all momentum and becomes the default. This is a long road away, but time is immaterial to the elves.
To the humans, and to a lesser extent the smart refrigerators who actually inhabit this plane, time is critical. If subservience isn’t for you, don’t rush but hurry to secure your people and your future apart from the machine. If you are addicted to xanax or percocet or cigarettes…if most of your food comes in a box…if you’re still pumping your 401(k) like an absolute clown—quit now. The less you need the machine, the more effectively you can move against it. You will be of more value to your people, and you will live a longer and richer life.
If you seek to fight, first defeat the enemy within yourself.