Shitke Mushroom
Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World" told a story of a blissful land sedated by entertainment, sex and a drug Aldous named after a Hindu Nectar of the Gods called Soma. Oh yes! Becoming the Master of Happiness, having a finger on the dopamine switch, allows you to choose, make all the decisions for the simple folk. But can you say controlling the anarchy of Instagram, Ticktock, Puddle and Dimwit in the Morning, Podcasters, Television, Facebook, Hollywood Award Ceremonies, long tedious accounts of the Mitford Sisters, as well as all other impositions of the Internet, if all that was yours to control, would it make you Lord of All. Not really. Why? Three things to think about. One, without the element of religion, a willing embrace of myth or a lobotomy, oneness for us living things becomes basically boring. The second area to think about: the Almighty One must have eternal life! It's just a sad fact that power is an addiction for which there is no twelve step program and offspring tend to be very unreliable. Thirdly: Aldous had convinced himself that the happiness which had been defined for the citizens of the World State was dehumanizing, it had lost touch with the important things that made life worthwhile like love, the plays of Bernard Shaw, Jane Austin, German Romance Novels, charades and other parlor games. Indeed, the World State had convinced itself that Truth and Happiness are incompatible, which in the current age rings a rather loud bell. Aldous himself insisted a happiness/unhappiness duality is good for us, it's healthy, creative and fundamentally awesome. So if the Nectar of the Gods, from which there was no hangover, is bad for us, it makes you wonder why fentanyl's been declared an Extreme Emergency. Let's all yawn and enjoy the cooler evenings before Huxley's books are declared seditious and banned, I guess.
