It just happens: We grow old. It’s a natural progression, without doubt. But not in the U.S., of course, where openly denying death is a frenzied passion. Getting old is a crime in a society terrified of “growing up” and becoming adult.
Old people are proof of the most basic facts of life, so much so, that being old has become taboo. And if one lives to the “new” expectation of 80 or so, that means 30 years of life beyond the new “old age” of 50. That’s a long time to “fake” being “young, beautiful, athletic and sexy”.
Growing old is tough enough without a “new” set of instructions; don’t look old, act old, get sick, become feeble or need help (unless that help is covered by insurance.) Don’t remind younger people, by your very presence, that there is an end; it is believed now that one can “look good” until the end – which will entail a short, or long, period of degeneration. This period of “old age” is rarely seen as a “good” time of life as valid as one’s childhood, young adulthood, or middle age, unless one has the funds to at least pretend to be “youngish”.
Contrary to popular American belief, it remains a fruitful time of personal development. As long as our bodies continue to function, learning and thinking continue to be what humans do.
If life has been one long illusion that only “social” rewards count, and life has been a display of materials owned, status achieved, people “bested”, then one will likely keep up the illusion, with whatever “solutions” the anti-aging industry has to offer.
I live in a town in which most people are “getting old” – not much opportunity for the young to work, to develop a career, to join the circus of material wealth and ambition. Traditionally, young people have returned to the area after college, and a stint in corporate America, time in the military, or success in finding a spouse. Having “grown up” in this unique place, it was where they chose to establish families and to be close to loved ones. The Wyoming landscape and lifestyle have always been a fundamental fact in this choice to return, and it pulls relentlessly on those who leave.
Disastrous policies, and frankly criminal wars, prosecuted from Washington D.C. in league with corporate-Wall Street crooks, and funded by abused taxpayers, demonstrate the general belief on both coasts that the people who inhabit the “rest of the U.S.” just don’t matter. We are indeed worthless and disposable inferiors willing to enrich a ruling class that despises them, and to literally die for “blood” profits in their service.
Our town needs new people to survive as a community; we need children and young families, but opportunity is lacking. Small businesses are closing and not reopening: the owners have retired and are dying off. Competition from online retailers has siphoned off local spending and old people have very little to spend anyway. Every dime goes to necessities and the obscene cost of healthcare.
The American dream left our town long ago. Wyoming’s existence has been plagued by Federal and corporate control from the beginning, when the railroad opened the West to outright looting of it’s resources by far away “global” entities. Pillage of the land and it’s resources funded the American coastal empires; exploitation of immigrants provided cheap labor. “Colonialization” by U.S. and European nations was not limited to the invasion of “foreign lands” but happened here also – and continues to this day.
Native Americans (not being suited to corporate life and labor) were killed off with conscious purpose – a policy of mass murder; the remnants confined to “reservations” where their descendants are expected to remain “invisible” – to whither away and to eventually die off, by a slow suicide of formerly unique human beings. Diversity? A smoke screen.
These thoughts occupy my meditations as I pass through a human being’s last opportunity for personal development. It’s a time of recognizing that the universe goes on without us; that our deepest questions will not be answered. It’s a time to understand that the individual cannot correct or improve much that goes on in an increasing cluttered and entangled social world, which doesn’t mean that we ought not try to improve our ourselves and our small areas of influence. Our lives are eventually “finished” for us by nature, in disregard for our insistence that our life is essential to the universe and therefore, ought to go on forever.
It is shocking to confront the fact that so much human effort, inventiveness, hard labor, suffering, and resource depletion was, and still is, devoted to the imaginary “immortality” of a few (not so admirable) individuals; Pharaohs, emperors, kings, dictators, war lords, ideologues, criminals, Popes and priests; not the best of humanity, but often the worst.
The big lie is an old lie: Immortality can be purchased.
Yes, there is a pyramid for immortality-mortality also: The Pharaohs of our time will not be mummified. (A crude process of desiccation, which however has been wildly socially successful! They continue to be A -List celebrities that attract fans of the “rich and famous”.)
Today’s 1% equivalents will not be made immortal by being dried out like fish, cheese or jerky – no, they will be made “immortal” by means of “sophisticated” technology. What an advancement in human civilization!
These immortality technologies, and lesser life extension, of replacements of organs and skeletal architecture, part by failing part, are being promoted as “mankind’s future” – What a lie! As if the today’s Pharaohs really intend to share their immortality with 15 billion humans!
2045: The year Man becomes Immortal. Right: All estimate 15 billion of us.
A few elite at the top may manage to purchase immortality of a limited sort: machines designed in their own image.
The mortal King Tut, a product of incest who died at age 19. How much human talent and potential has been wasted on fulfilling the fantasy of immortality for a predatory class of individuals?
It’s not King Tut, the Insignificant, who is immortal, but the lure of his “real estate” holdings, elite addresses, golden household furniture and knickknacks, layers of stone coffins, granite “countertops”, Jacuzzi bath tubs, fabulous jewelry, and rooms with a view of eternity, that keeps the envious modern social tourist coming back.
This is not King Tut. This is a fabulous work of propaganda made by artisans, (Pharaohs had to impress the Gods in order to become a god – you wouldn’t show up for “judgement day” in anything less than the most impressive selections from your wardrobe) who rarely get credit (nameless) for their “creation of brands and products” that supply the magical connections necessary for supernatural belief in the pyramid of social hierarchy as the “definitive and absolute model” of the cosmos.
Magic consists of the “transfer of power” between the “immortal mask” and the unimpressive person; the “mask” has become King Tut in the belief system of the socially-obsessed viewer.