AN: hey this one’s kinda old and i salvaged parts of it in other essays but for archival purposes here it is

Love anathema, waste abound, the parasitic machine bleeding its vile sludge into the once clear rivers of the world, the plague of hierarchy seeps into every pore of this planet and all its inhabitants. Its path is towards omnicide, and its pace is accelerating. Hope and meaning are scarce in this synthetic scape. It is not a place conducive to cultivating free life or anything resembling it.

But, in the numerous cracks and holes in this decaying concrete wasteland, we can sometimes notice the sprouts of stubborn, tiny plants, taking root wherever they can. Their very existence is an opposition to the myriad interlinking systems of oppression which comprise this decaying world, and they communicate a message: revolution is coming.

We must first prepare the soil for social revolution. The alternative is to vainly sow seeds in a barren wasteland. The ground on which we lay in a narcotic haze has been rendered a toxic desert unfit for life by consumerism, fast food, wasteful production, limitless growth, social atomization, the false images of advertisement, deceit of media, alienation from nature and the rest of the endless web of capitalism’s crimes against life. But through small actions, both social and individual, it will soon be rife with the microbial life of desire and love and the nourishing nutrients of hope and empowerment, ready to grow the individuals and social organizations necessary for a revolution radical to the core and prepared to take on anything.

But first we have to shake ourselves out of this daze, get up on our feet and refuse to be abused any longer by the present social order and isolating culture of capitalism. It isn’t easy – stepping outside, casting aside the lens which blinds us to the disgusting, dysfunctional wreckage that we call civilization, seeing our world for what it truly is, facing it with complete honesty, unmediated by any comforting delusions which we cling to just so we can operate in daily “life” without breaking down and surrendering. But we must analyze the soil with disaffected candor if we want to remedy it, to make it fertile.

Further, we have to reawaken the drive for harmonious communal life and freedom embedded so deeply in our psyches in the Neolithic era that not even 6,000 years of the most brutal, torturous barbarity of hierarchical civilization can completely rob us of it – to open our hearts to our innermost instinct for life and the manumission it demands, forged through the heritage of four billion years of evolution, so pure and sacred that no repressive culture, no matter how vapid and emaciating; no virtual simulation, no matter how indoctrinating and seductive; no patriarchs, no matter how powerful, greedy, brutal and destructive, can ever dream of touching it.

This rotten hierarchical civilizational order is a pallid moon ignorant of the dawn, and the tiny light in each of us possesses the potentiality to become a radiant sun, resolute, full of hope, determined to bring about the daybreak, ending this millennia-long night of institutionalized tragedy and despair, growing a future where love reigns and we fully embody the unkillable nisus of life towards endless creativity, consciousness and volition.

In the centuries following our awakening from this nightmare, its memory will abate as a bitter dream, its scars on our collective psyche will fade, and life will once again overflow with meaning and promise, like an eternal kaleidoscopic flower gazing at the infinite light of the sun.

In defiance and in determination, raise your fist: the dawn is coming, for we are going to bring it.