The cadaver I'm talking about is you. Is me. Is all 330 million of us
in this 21st C America which moves while at the same time remains dead.
Think
about it. Our psyches are dead in the sense they've been battered into
submission by so much 24/7 stimuli. The noise...the traffic...the
crowds...the jack-hammer assault of images from our screens, phones and
billboards. The only authentic silences left are in summer-night forests
and isolated hill country.
It wasn't always this way. Most of us
aren't really sure how we stumbled into this sight-and-sound-around
zone. But because we have, a strange thing has happened. Like any
addict, the more stimuli we experience, the more we need to feel alive.
The people of power who would use us understand this. And so they continue to pump up the injections:
* films and television throb with more vile & violence, sex & sensation, manic & maniacal behaviors
* music and lyrics pulse with more screeching dissonance and taunting obscenities
* rock concerts compete for the wildest, weirdest and most wanton they can fit on stage
* political campaigns dig ever deeper to trigger the worst psychoses hiding in our voter hearts
The
plot here is really as simple as it is threatening. The over-stimulated
cadaver that is modern America can be reached only with still greater
and more sweeping stimuli. To get our attention, the drugs we live on
must be relentlessly increased.
Limit the drugs...? How dare you
limit my liberty to impose them! Reach the patient instead with quiet
logic...? Please, don't be naive!
Now, hand me that needle.
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