We organize protests to defend our “rights”! Rights, a sham of illusion created by those running the camp of civilization, to create a sense of freedom. Rights are not! When they have to be “given”. And we let the Men of God lead us and the politicians to light our way and we choose sides and colors and weapons of mass control!
We shall call it by several names: sadness, melancholy, unhappiness, despondency, hopelessness, depression, loneliness, lonesomeness, disheartenment, dejection, low-spirits, pensive sadness, nostalgia, fuck-it-all-moment-of-no-one-loves-me-and-i-know-it. Us the citizens of this world, we all want it, feed off of it, and worship watching its “destructive forces”. We long for it to come and give us a reason to get attention, feel the need to confess to “being it”, and lick its many faces to get its last remains.
This is us! Angered, outraged. Look at us we are angry. We have watched a person die at the hands of the system, ten agonizing minutes of a human dying at the merciless hands of the beast, begging, pleading, as we watched, as they watched, as at that moment, we saw him give up, surrender, let go. George Floyd was murdered, and he simply let go. He breathed, he did everything the system had asked him to do in order to be “safe” from harm. He pleaded, he let them know he can’t breathe. He was unarmed. He called out for his mother, that he would do anything they want if they just let him breathe. And they didn’t. But why are we surprised? Why is this new? Just because we can take our phones out and capture it all, does it mean we have just realized what is happening? What has been happening? Do we even know ?
The next words you will see right now are : suicide, homicide, menticide, genocide. We can positively say, the first word you saw was suicide, the one you are seeing is suicide, and the one mostly stuck in your head is suicide. It is the one that has already made up your mind about this. We told you this, right here, is a waste of your time. And that you have followed along means you think you are a worthless piece of shit, a good for nothing, person. You want to end it all.
Are you there? Do you “feel” the strain of “freedom”, the hold of it, around your neck? Its shackles around you feet? You “Wild” thing. Are you there? Where is that “there”? What is it you are “afraid” of? To “lose” IT all? What is that? Your house? Your family? And your pets? The nice little picket fenced “life” you have got “going on” for you?
Open any page, and let it inspire you, your Becoming-wild. Langer invites us to dance the moment away on our way to “Becoming-Animal”.
As he walks us from the unnatural to natural, from symbolic to Real, Langer embarks on this voyage allowing us to explore beyond the “cognitive framework” and limitations of language and get as far away from the mediation of the civilization, and to experience something "directly".
To those who strike blows; To those watching for the right moment; To those looking for accomplices; To those who are deserting; To those who keep going; To those getting organized; To those wanting to build a revolutionary force, revolutionary because it’s sensitive; This modest contribution to an understanding of our time.