Big Brother 2018 - Final thoughts

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Big Brother 20** - Final thoughts

Big brother is over. This stylish mask, this grand
illusion, this silenced irony, this ill/used one, this
shared experience, this savage experiment, this virile,
this covert in/flu/ence, this whispered warning is
finally for now over.

Those with no reason to cheer will say it was missed,
the rest, those older with a memory of better, may yet
wonder on how this group think came to be.


Big brother - stern overseer or joking sibling?

The subtle points encoded with this mock religion will
in time be lost. Just another vague memory, the way of
all history. Whatever its intension, its effects will
only be understood with what we see to question, until
its absorbed in the modes persisting as normal and
natural behaviors.

You Decide? That phrase, open yet covert. 'you decide'.
Another sound bite falling on so many deafened ears.
'You Decide!' That thought finding so many different
minds. YOU! DECIDE! Leaving this one to question those
who believe they share that right..

The power to say you were loved, or loathed. The power
to say you played what we understood of the game, or
you failed this test of your virtue, or you never did
learn the rules. The power say to the group, this is
what we think, you should think. The power to say to
a few, with a nod and a wink, "be seeing you".


Who decides?

There's something about our perception of value, the subtle
ways we relinquish value. There's something about our weariness
of those rouges tasked with this role. The latest students of
control, their choices merging with ours as we forgo thought.
Their control and our control, one, as without understanding
we partake of this ' ' lamb.

Then there are those who despite this meager choice, will
still find another way to pray.. Thy will be Big brother.
Righteous judgmentals, who on the call of 'distress' will
find themselves doing anything for the promise of an easier
life. No one dares question the opposing factions, fictions,
frictions, factors to quietly contradict our possibilities.

We decide based on what we are told. What choice have we
but to believe it so? There seems no room for actual
thought on this control of our thoughts. We decide within
our limits, not knowing our limits. We decide, seeking
the worst or the best from what we claim to know, when the
truth is we can't know everything. Our choices it seems,
will always be taken from a pre-selection, a thin selection
guiding us towards that one outcome. Its enough to believe
we have choice.


Hip Hip hip

Hooray for the many judges who wont ever see the shackles
placed upon those they judge. Our latter day clergy persuaded
by what they seek, isolated to the instance of their decision
with no other memory, all as the masters of time shuffle the
pack 'this way then that', to make a folly of their efforts
to know the truth..

Hurray for the opposing forces managing appearances, the
'clever bots', background staff whose attention to details
helps massage the outcome for these divisive experiments.

Hurrah for these quiet acts of magic as we suspend our
natural critique, submerge our weary disbelief, to then
sigh in relief as our 'tricksters' also converge on the
same truth which is nature. Hurrah, as all we can do is
cheer, or salute in the face of our alluring bedevilments.


Time.

Given time, we'll look backwards without ever knowing why,
forwards then backwards with a misplaced nostalgia for this
memory of Big brother.

In time, "like so many salmon returning to a distant memory",
we'll crave this show for its dystopic unity, empty cheers
seeking what we say was loved. Growing to love the only
experience we know, changed by our controls.

Out of time, there'll remains those thoughts without words.
How do you describe that feeling which has no name? With no
space in language for its record what can we ever really say?
I wonder how 'they' will follow this latest concoction of culture
and science? The latest crock to be crafted by committee then
beamed as mainstream. If it were allowed a name, What would
we call it, Psycho-Tainment? Hypnotic-persausions? Microsmic?
Cheap and apparently satisfying, a trifle since the starving
classes will consume anything.

Its comes and goes with a cheer, hats in the air as it rains
blood racing, euphoric adulation with this missed opportunity.
Beaming, chest beating, stoked up with the prospect of this
'inverted vote'. It comes and goes with our cheers, the same
way it always has..

Did we learn anything from this spectacle? Were we suppose
to? Or was it all about the hypercritical attitudes served
up as reality?


The rules.
Define Circumstance and you dictate thought and behavior.

The truth.
Behavior reflects circumstance, even when we can't see to
question this unknown. Without experience all we can do is
assume the best from the worst of circumstance.


So What Was Big brother?

Is it us, or was it always them? Order and disorder, twin habits
of control seeking a balance of 'Free Will' and 'Conformity'. Its
all so much harder to say. Was it about the remarkable integrity
shown despite our slings and arrows, our outrageous fortunes?

If the final votes has any real say, then what we seek most are
those who, despite Big brother, somehow managed to remain honest
to themselves. The Proletariat or the 'Proles' to use the old
master's jargon.

There again maybe there was no point, and this 'game' was just
another 'Dance Marathon' to occupy its place in time.

Time.
Growing always growing,
coming and going without knowing,
never knowing, repeating believing seeking
never seeing the consequences of our blind devotions.


This Big brother experiment is over. Long live big brother.

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'The robots are coming, guard that sonic toothbrush with your life' - DW.

"Be seeing you" - TP.